AtlasGruene - Hello Poetry

In one piece of earth existed an infinite celestial wonder that floated in the intricacy of binary brilliance that were your eyes.

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Mar 11, 2017

Mar 11, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC

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In one piece of earth existed an infinite celestial wonder that floated in the intricacy of binary brilliance that were your eyes.

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In that curved moment of beautiful distortion I threw my juxtaposed s e l f into the explosive randomness of melting time And never came back

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Mar 11, 2017

Mar 11, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC

Seeker

In that curved moment of beautiful distortion I threw my juxtaposed s e l f into the explosive randomness of melting time And never came back

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This wilderness, I aimlessly wander through. A deep breath The air, it holds a tangible primitivism I follow a beated path along the brook As it guides my directionless saunter Stillness of mind and habitat coalesce. Dragonflies dance with my eyes As I ponder their surreal spirits Loneliness is liberated from every definition Identity is lost in the harmonies of every root and leaf and songbird Begone to all the names and labels, Now It comes in the abstract waves of shades and colors, Now This wilderness, One organic tellurian phantasmagoria. This wilderness, A warm ablution for the cold comfort of my reality As it humbly sits Just beyond my backyard picket fence Waiting.

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Jun 30, 2014

Jun 30, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC

This wilderness,

This wilderness, I aimlessly wander through. A deep breath The air, it holds a tangible primitivism I follow a beated path along the brook As it guides my directionless saunter Stillness of mind and habitat coalesce. Dragonflies dance with my eyes As I ponder their surreal spirits Loneliness is liberated from every definition Identity is lost in the harmonies of every root and leaf and songbird Begone to all the names and labels, Now It comes in the abstract waves of shades and colors, Now This wilderness, One organic tellurian phantasmagoria. This wilderness, A warm ablution for the cold comfort of my reality As it humbly sits Just beyond my backyard picket fence Waiting.

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And so, we continually wander beneath these wavering empty skies, setting forth down each new road with even greater uncertainty than our last. By ourselves alone, experiencing life's staggering madness. Causing us to go so completely insane, that we ask for nothing more from each other than a shear taste of one's uniquely charitable good company as we carry on through this incredible transient adventure.

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Jun 17, 2014

Jun 17, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC

Beneath Empty Skies

And so, we continually wander beneath these wavering empty skies, setting forth down each new road with even greater uncertainty than our last. By ourselves alone, experiencing life's staggering madness. Causing us to go so completely insane, that we ask for nothing more from each other than a shear taste of one's uniquely charitable good company as we carry on through this incredible transient adventure.

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