What the wind blew in Fire & Brook January 7, 2021 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
42 trillion. ❀ ✿ ꕤ ❁ ❊ ❃ ❋ ✽ ✣ ✤ ıllı ⋰ Snowing suns ⋱ ıllı . ❅ ☄︎ ❆ ❅ ❆ ❈ ❉ ✾ ⚘ ꕥ So many of a thing. 𒀭 ∞ † ✢ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ✧ ✩ ✪ ✫ ✬ ✭ ✮ ✯ ✰ ✱ ✲. Some vast gather you ✵ ✶ ✷ ✸ ✹ ✺ ✻ ✼ ✽ ✾ ✿ ❀ ❁ ❂ ❃ ❅ ❆ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ❍ ❏ ❐ ❑ ❒ ❖ ❢ ❥ ❦ ❧ ❨ ❩ Milan ✠
Some things can’t be shared. Nor need to be. That is what the walls of the mind are for Individuation. Like patience. Is the ultimate score
Loss. Illumes an immutable chasm. In a paradise of faultless profusion. If everything unwritten is true. Then periphery is exspherical to time. The chrysalis sweeping through space. Is the cathedral of convergent light. Through emptiness the exhilarant enfolds you. Its center is the empyrean evictant of new. Your eyes are down cast in its vivarium foundries. Your mind is up held by its halcyon reveries. In one kiln. In one glaze. The plenum of your city was thrown. Night. In your tent. Stands frozen. Every star. All eon. Under which you sail. Primordial. Pregnant. As a popsicle. Templed in Clear. Saturated in Sun. Citizen M. Entangled in the waterfalls. Of the spectra’s immeasurable ◎
In all manner of pleasures 𐐏 Lovers by nature divide 𝄫 In all matters of love 𐩘 Nature forever unborn 𝔔 Lives beyond ⫝̸ even love 𝘖
Kicking and screaming / For a child / Is its own kind of grace / One hast to get the language / Into splace
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