Thou shalt love oneness ⦠ Thou shalt speak the nameless with passion ⦡ Thou shalt keep the day with rest ⦨ Thou shalt honor thy children ⦩ Thou shalt give life ⦪ Thou shalt commit faithfulness ⦫ Thou shalt give ⦬ Thou shalt speak truth ⦭ Thou shalt covet thy spouse ⦮ Thou shalt admire the wealth ⦯ The 10 Amendments
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Do. Go. Unfreeze your cashmere. Look. Is not just you. It chants you into accord. Your very words. It rolls backwards
That which fluently speaks the language of DNA, can shape shift, marigold radiance electrica, still the very quantum atoms of time, and breathe into wheeled cloud, the lightest of spectral poetry
On our little islands of ocean pleasures. Some wax poetic on the essential, but tasteless, seed. But you, savour the fruit, as if it were your own body. You sacrifice its Ambrosiaic dessert, of blood oranges, and shredded coconut ~ on the altar of the pyrrhic air ~ to the very gods, who faint in your rapturous presence, or awaken in your Taschen absence