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Look for Music in Noise

Perceptions branch out appropriately every couple of heartbeats so far from truth but serviceable. Eyes need rubbing and get blurred close to incapable so far from truth but genuine. The wildly grained wall enforces an even lineup of nonsensicals so … Continue reading

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Falling Foreward

  Do not walk on the dangerous ground of arrogant fancy do not fly on empty air instead, try to find purchase where the world has substance. Watch your step as you step upon light of June moonglow mistaken is … Continue reading

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Alive

Mothers and fathers love to talk about the early years when they were growing up when theiir kids were rattling cages big and small and throwing everything from socks to rocks at the pillars of society and the family. That’s … Continue reading

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The Direction of Causation

[verse] When death appears to comfort mourners at a wake soldiers in a war makes us wonder if we see straight or upside down. When time puts children in charge like when parents grow too fragile to know what’s right … Continue reading

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Broken With Stars

  Morning sky filled or rather scattered with pink loose ready inches cold and sinewy grams streaks of measurement tints of skewed view not felt but surmised. By mid-day comes haze less than particulate mess obfuscation of refusal low sitting … Continue reading

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Easy Truth Plain Visibility

  If it’s like what we think it’s just too easy and the problem is plain over-generosity. We look but fail to fathom our seeing cheese in milk that is no longer milk the firewood burns but does not cook … Continue reading

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Spawned Spheres

  What may be seen or grasped in the pillars and embellishments of a scene is wired to the looker. A long and comprehensive view from the peak cannot surpass the perpiscuity of dozens of eyes spread, river to ridge … Continue reading

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