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On the path, to the return, to the pathless. There is a moment to give guidance, and there is a moment to receive guidance. And both can be rendered, with unrefined grace. The kind that doesnโt improperly ask for the proper, and therein create, the very divide, that it seeks to escape
Eternal ecstatic absorption. By virtue of your recognition. Woefully despondent. The elasticity of demand. A deep continual. A diamond prism funnel. The manufacture of your own appreciation. Astonishment. Value propositions. Envirobio. Proportions. Giant floating ball of fire. Rooftop anything. On the other end. An element of the accidental. An edge. An arsenal of timing. Unmistakable. On second thought. One long stream of shadows
As an arrangement of colours: the reds moving through to pure oranges, intensifying even more in the flesh tones up to the chromes, passing into the pinks and marrying with the olive and Veronese greens. As an impressionist arrangement of colours, Iโve never devised anything better JAMW
Blind, backward, dancing up, and around, beyond birth, the gargantuan, echelon. Ever, into love's womb, rest, the fortunes of the calliope, empress. Now sweep, silent, the nebulous, the incestuous, the lores, and looms, those bereaved, and caressed, by sunflakes, motionless
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