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Starving for meaning, an agnostic bruising grey and white matter, choking on maybes and half-truths, finds indifference too easily. Never pushing further through, cloudbursts condensate but never conceive rainfall. Something and always something more gives pause, upon bathroom wall. Scribbled as an epiphany lightening bolts eye-opener, and its leakage capitalizes. Each tagger finding more prophetic words to denounce anything mystical or godly. So, what's being fertilized beyond the tinkling drain of insistence, slumps downgrade to ebb of sewage reaching sea. There amidst flotsam, aeon's class of power perceived become one with Supreme Being, an ocean.
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
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Starving for meaning, an agnostic bruising grey and white matter, choking on maybes and half-truths, finds indifference too easily. Never pushing further through, cloudbursts condensate but never conceive rainfall. Something and always something more gives pause, upon bathroom wall. Scribbled as an epiphany lightening bolts eye-opener, and its leakage capitalizes. Each tagger finding more prophetic words to denounce anything mystical or godly. So, what's being fertilized beyond the tinkling drain of insistence, slumps downgrade to ebb of sewage reaching sea. There amidst flotsam, aeon's class of power perceived become one with Supreme Being, an ocean.
The larger meaning of things.
pj-poesy
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
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