Obliterate the line between doing something and getting something. And you will begin to breathe. The incalculable connections between

everyone ~ and ~ everything

Sun rays in a seed

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Poses are kinds of palatial poems / Locations are kinds of stilled flowings // Glances are kinds of phonetics' runes /// Elations are kinds of smiles' raptures //// Foundations are kinds of compacts' concealers ///// Blushes are kinds of faints' blooms ////// Cottons are kinds of cashmeres' oceans /////// Colours are kinds of secrets' glowings //////// Patterns are kinds of natures' whistles ///////// Cuts are kinds of fingertips' glyphs ////////// (for the eyes and lips) /////////// Cameras are kinds of lights' knowings //////////// Styles are kinds of selves' signatures ///////////// Fashions are kinds of freshes' funs ////////////// Magazines are kinds of seculars' liturgies /////////////// Models are kinds of lushes' lunge

What the reward system is capable of, surpasses sentience. It speaks the curve of colours’ wonder. It splashes chemical volume, off the hand, cloud throw. As though the face of love were your own eyes’, starlight window, to the universe’s non-coordinate, allshape soul. Marrying marrow to your bones. Curling arch to your toes. Heaving heart into your throes. Gushing gasp in hush’s glow. Two indecipherable molecules: frolicking together forever. Refreshed. Reborn. In their retire. Richer than poetry. Poorer than royalty. Intimately tied to truth. Serotonin sweeps away your sadness. Sadness sweeps away your old. How warm the riverbed. How cool the weather. A bikini cut. A dove’s flow. Together in taut’s 𐐝, time∞less arching, ࿐touch, to raining ␥ river bow 𝔖

Love’s Haus ༯ Now you know