Monday, May 2, 2022

Thought Bites

 

apostolic nuances, corporate worship, sore intelligence.

 

charisma bleeds, a perfect posture wails, days weigh more by tradition.

 

to need interpreters, come vice or virtue, soil for watering the chemistry.

 

a tugging atmosphere, rigid excitement, and pleasurable dogma.

 

refocused breathing, asthmatic syllables, a race to efface clocks.

 

one soul to successes, another cringes, an ancient saint returns.

 

becomes comedy, something tragic, wretched, more denial.

 

running into winds, looking at a mountain cat, barreling into snow.

 

rabid mice, sprint through caves, and rabbits are waxing quickly.

 

souls to exist, palming esthetics, encouraging dreams.

 

subtle poking, a little here and there, agitators feel slight displeasure.

 

engines become hearts, hearts become transmissions, brought to brilliance;

 

to push clouds, howling at sky-drugs, life ensues.

 

into worshiping, those fair neurons, supporting more the phenomenon.

 

minds to flights of passion, experience takes precedence, the voice nudges action.

 

some secret crush, the freezer melting, with glory rising in hearts.

 

the last hymns, future minds, days to become mirrors.

 

as an aging soul, connected to parts of life, purposed to live inside.

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