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A fire of desire lays behind the smile
Your fist prominent with lost miles
Tasteless passion that oscillate piles

A cold flame embodies the draught
Torn embers that glows and downs
Faded colours that distract and frown

A blunted clarity try and blow itself
Dismay adorned to encrust destitution
Distractions paraded in devolved arrays
hear    me now as i say
  pilgrimed is the image
  unloosen
   yourself   into the wind
  as i *****
      for some
  sense of
     placeness in this
 vaudeville

      no more are
 the birds that
     sing and way past us
 already seconds
     in waning
    is the same permeable blue
tracking    up
   our curved  spines
and when      weakened
    falling at
     last

as multiple
    cities do -
i see   a line
      for  a stream uncollected,
 as      rain
     over     genuflected
  hills      will.
ordinary is miraculous
when ******* reaches
deep everything

a setting on the dial upon the stovetop of
you

jargon consciousness ying yang dang state
not of interest, mystical scientism,
classifications that divide, anti-unite,
unnecessary complicatory

deep everything

when verily every
breath an instantaneous synaptic verity confirmation

that perfection is simply never solitary,
solar flares sensory bursting in points of interest
that can only be never seen,
just believed

the tuning fork of every pore
pitched at the precise vibratory
of another -
deep everything

attain attune
past action unrecalled,
have miracle forged a future
that is present now
a charismatic karma,
deep everything
4:43am March 23, 2016
Hark, methinks,
Lyphe
be no
small ordeal,
but rather quite the contrary:
Lyphe
be, verily
the grandest ordeal,
don't'cha think?
I reckon 't'isn't
for the faint of Spirit.
For, were it,
nary a moment
would we be here;
now would we?"
What experience
could not be called
"profound?"

Nary a one, I reckon.
Lyphe marches on.
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