consider each mystery, whelming arts, either a
blessing or a curse, hearts magnified; core overload, darting intensely, a
spirit nurtures its breath. home is where souls dwell. emotion and yoga,
intellect and religion, color and transgression. one becomes interested, some
smitten, others disruptive, enchanted, realizing direction. seven. three. five and
four. many more upon nine, as it returns to itself. not much on numerology,
nevertheless, more into numbers, analyzing how souls become detached—from sentimentality,
present in arts, musing upon tropic birds—moved, nonetheless, where it requires
sentimentality, along lines of curiosity—love seeming an umbrella expression;
within a few meters to have smelled life, sky pirates, cloud mud, swooping as
it strikes—oh feral being, to have undermined intellect, facing body ink. inner
government determines spikes, energy with feet and legs running through hearts.
sublime amore, armor outside, interior distressed, a mind made for witnessing;
paradoxical utopia, beginning with loathing, ending in admiration—a palm filled
with lamenting, an ankle with wheezing, aside kadupul petals. confusion. mockingbirds.
iridescent nature—upon bluegrass wilderness.
