In measurement!
Are scales balanced?
I suspect it matters. In finding self, I find others.
Self-knowledge becomes knowledge of Essence.
The topic suffers due to interpretation, moonlit skies, blackdamp stars.
Hours pass with feelings. Actors depict truths: Is something missing?
The damage was done. A soul (lives) with that. A soul (mimics) that.
Presidential in his life. Phoenix ambition.
It must by perfection, the celloist inside, drums blare—sky dungeons, most folks have a few questions.
Searching. Moving with motive; the day of roses.
Fluting across seas; anxious to advance. Such a problem in there, calm at times, or facing turbulence.
I never challenge her: ancient artifacts, baffling bane, creative cadence.
Those with atmosphere—to hold us in derision, excellence must be perfect at every step: I fail.
It takes something out of itself, it seems determined, secure, despite reality.
