Design is the last pre-conceptual vestige; an immediate medium; interplaying colour, shape, cut, sound, texture, pattern, contrast; kin to dimension; the ephemerality of soul indisputably materialized; gate negating; redemarcating; transience adopting the illusion of permanence, 'sporting its coat', so to speak; disappearing, and reappearing; convincing until becoming, the absolute air of awareness. But then, you can say this about anything
There is no perceptual frame ~ There is no perceptual need ~ You must constantly eat of the apple’d earth ~ You must constantly drink of the heavens’ eave ~ How intertwined your animal body is ~ How intertwined in spiritual deed ~ Annihilate yourself in guileless pleasures ~ Annihilate yourself in hasteless greeds ~ Wrap your self in pink’s silk ribbon bows ~ Wrap your self in blues’ unraveling keys ~ Tomorrow makes no damned of difference ~ Tomorrow makes its lands of breed ~ What a day to be the sacred sky ~ What a day to be held in heathen heed ~
Corralling everything, into dispensable tickets, lacquered prohibits, and unshattered loss. Time becomes empty, choice less, coin toss
Thoughts boil ~ Idiocy freezes ~~ Feelings undulate ~~~ Mindlessness expands ~~~~ Clarity evaporates ~~~~~ Light gathers ~~~~~~ Love rains /////// Heaven ༄ into hay ☰
The fluttering of doves wings, under your chin, against your arms' skin, the air into your eyes, flushed in grace's scent, again and again, ad infinitum
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