God of plains is not the same
As god of desert, or gods of jungle.
How is our god?

The proportion between the stimuli and the sensation.
Me with my eyes closed?
The light can purge through my eyelids, even with them closed. The case comes down to the sensitivity

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Two brown plates
Mirroring
In two truest
Fake sides of mountain
Pierce past, now
Meet the lions

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When we have all the stripes
Collected
We'll buy a horse, and make a zebra.

     I wish I were a pigeon
   Dwelling on these roofs

Morning sunlight
& Fresh air

Berry wine

    ~dining with flies~

and i fell a long, dreamless
                           sleep

These abstractional pieces of modern
artists remove the bridge, the bond
between the external world and core
reality. They don't use symbols.
You stare at the core itself. There are
rumors about a man, that took a look
at one of some abstract paintings
and lost his mind.

Dog breeds
God breeds

So let the storm
Swallow the sun.

And we're only praying
For rain

Books at market, sold at night.
Misc items sold at day
Once i read
These words
Casted on white walls
In chamber
Echoed in there

The true artist
A sensitive sponge
Some risk in that