The making of another thread of wonder.
To ask for the single unique respect of a train of thought
is to think there is one side to a mirror.
Feeling separated or not, the binaries have becomes particles
to the puzzle of the view.
The breeze turned wind of storm is brushing the heart with strokes of freedom.
The mind agrees, the intellect disagrees and the unconscious revels in the scenario of craze.
Wake up and smell the summer deep within thy bossom will you find the liberation from
chains you strained yourself with.
You, and only you must read the secret of the escape and regroup and review and relive
fight of the matter.
It is not matter, it is not a fight: a bespoken suit borne upon
a fuel of skin and eyes that do not meet.
When the mouth speaks through desire she destroys the shrine of her shell
cracking it open and closed only to turn into more
blooms of choices of water.
embrace and caress me for I need to tell myself that nothing.
Nothing can explain I, only you can caress what you see.
If you do.
but I am free at least, in this present moment.
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