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richer soil to have died those years as one with kindly wisdom. a rabbit’s tail
a feline’s company or popcorn, a movie & smelly toes. such reach in an
instance seated in stillness such an inner revolution. a sickle to soul, an avalanche
to health, while heaving an anniversary. it would fly into a galaxy as
returning with helium. by thick fog so fretted as fire might become teary eyes;
too low to suffocate or too rigid to ingest while something argues to break
free! to interweave or to deflate where reality was once so vital. a mind
filled with baguettes a soul athirst for freedom or memories where no one said
a word. while it fits for others it might destroy us where no one is quite
interested. that man, that obstinate creature, he refuses to ignore our abuses;
that man, that person proven in spirit, while we qualm over those, God might
bless. it’s unseasoned melodramas or mind-theatrics where one frets an
emotional gymnasium. we die so tenderly, to escape so uneasily, while each
life-path comes with lesions: wounds in our stomachs, callouses on our brains,
or one nudging as we grow defensive; our innocent penalties our fallen
minorities, as sodden spirit surrenders to sweetened kef. but just one key in
this life while ignition becomes pure fury! we watch elections. we become frazzled.
we scream at televisions. indeed, no one is there our souls are incomplete,
most see something becoming a fiasco. I deviated. I felt uneasy. I return with
memories in hand. but fly, Love. become freedom, Love. soar or glide or
devastate life.
