Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Pure Dusk At Noon

 

it hurts to see that way such chakra levels too deranged to fit society. some death in extent or art in detriments such perils to create; a slavish rung a ringing caprice so soft into creation. the fall bounces it comes to a halt some essence the way in stillness—as souls cramped inside such hyper-fierceness such fields afar—while running a mistake slipped confines. too delicate for life so sensitive while we occupy a space; as remote pigeons or ramming attentiveness where assumption looks for regions.     too accepting or aggressive while people are changed by encounters. woods for fires gases for fumes or violins for captivation; to have what we seek to go so extensive too low to never arise—as combative spirits at war calls so deliberate by crass horizons; no rhyme or reason just fluidity so sweet as too close to actually see; where names are waters or fresh essence grieves such nice ways to disregard lives. by drums slamming by guitars raging so much a peaceful release.     outward atonement but internal chastisement while literature is of importance to a select group. our days with a feeling, or winding empty space, to come back to our feelings; such redundancy in essence such beauty in a flower to raise by flavor or to uncage at that moment—soaring dusky countryside so cloudless at peaks in minds such an early arrival. misty fragrances at paved morals while each custom sounds inventive—or an edgy stillness in a foggy resilience while to see becomes an invite to verify; at inky darkness, or lucent light, while we have both yearning for completeness: those roads made dusty those pebbles in sandals so lit feeling a need for thunder.         

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