Seasons of slight abound.
A succinct God.
A Strafing of the trouble within.
Dionysus as a penguin coming off the wings of an eagle through rhetoric.
Did you see infinity turn as eight through an off and on gravity?
Slowly, you realize it is strange, as (that) it may seem. Many things ponder, Many things relate, Many come beleaguered!
I show you A truth!
Did you pride yourself on energy, on something that cannot be surpassed?
On a power like the birds vision in your thought, on the unknown solder not laid out, on A reason to watch a melting vision spar through variations in time?
The mind holds up thought, and puts it away.
Is it reality?
It goes through the esophagus of energy.
Notions like the stomach, bracing for the breakdown of its needs.
The will watching as the rain turns from liquid to a form of body.
The ultimate antidote of space!
Visionary, and the thoughts in orbit around.
Of the senses in dances of fire, the wolverine eats the beaver.
A furrow, then death!
As this grip bears, the color of the sky changes the mind.
A notion puts forth slight energy through a lightning of humanity.
Thats the way it goes!
A flower is the everlasting aura of the sun.
See everything fill with water as the world floats away, passing the withering with eyes.
The wandering page continues . . .
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