Sunday, June 28, 2020

Sun Lake Coastal


by indexes in memories such robust feelings if to exist as radical souls made so closer to life. but deep dark garnet or rubescent flames where a daughter becomes more than she envisioned. a satchel with manuscripts or an old professor, while many crush that way: such highway traffic such pavement introspection with a need to exercise intuition. but a daughter is physics, epistemology, or some meta-cerebrum entity. we fight something inherent, this quality plus quantity, most often referenced as dukkha. but a creeping element where most grab a substance or many are given medicinal assistance. it becomes an artist or a magician it jokes, laughs, or entertains. such freesia freedoms, such boxed balance, where something awesome is availing; tense resistance or full-on acceptance while studying how to master properties. so many mental cameras such mannerisms or carefree chaos. (sometimes I feel the mistake such a drastic, temporary remedy, for a couple playing a selfish piano. our concrete temporals our minute-concerto while solidification is an absent understanding: the world is too gray, the sky is too far, plus, as idealists, we might expect certain realities.) never give more, in such a dynamic, than one is able to piggyback; such advice from such distance where minds demand credibility, engagement, or appropriate responses. maybe a dark street maybe a little light maybe Italy over ricotta. we’re systems, a bit computerized, but, nonetheless, affected humans. it’s written, strong liquor for dejection, or proud/fruitful literature for the youth, or wisdom as priority; but what’s its color, how does it compute, by which disaster does it come? it’s a little at a time, its surface as well as benthic, so, it’s earth & sea. it glories in concentration. it appears in all things. it’s figurative, metaphysical, or literal or metaphorical. it’s dialectic upon a beige island pleading a return to its universe. by bright terrain upon a jamesia those magnolias or ladybugs or dear harbored uneasiness; as such to induce economic emotion or social feelings where heart-rapture is monumental.      

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