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The vibrant firmament I want the full range, devotion, fervour, zest and A collage of bright hues that can fill the heavens. I want incisive action that prevents my cursors From converging on conflicts that inhibit dance. I want this world, this excited sphere, to be A magnificent stage set that isn't improbable. I want music of shared gaiety and pleasure, A song that will light the vibrant firmament. I want the delights I imagined in earlier days, An eagerness and a zeal that are everywhere. I want to flavour my outer limits, to add new And exuberant expressions to my vacant gaze. I want deep red waves tipped with honey And passions of every rhythm to swing to. I want quick-eyed adventures and long slow Embraces, giving reign to unexplored desires. I want days of crazy randomness and not have Urgent signals demanding that it’s time to hide. I want to live in a smiling house of sensations Where talk is an incessant wealth of cadences. I want the floor of my sad defeated heart to be The place where only vim and vigour explode. I want hostility to end, the world to mend and That peace which passes beyond understanding.
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
The Vibrant Firmament
The vibrant firmament I want the full range, devotion, fervour, zest and A collage of bright hues that can fill the heavens. I want incisive action that prevents my cursors From converging on conflicts that inhibit dance. I want this world, this excited sphere, to be A magnificent stage set that isn't improbable. I want music of shared gaiety and pleasure, A song that will light the vibrant firmament. I want the delights I imagined in earlier days, An eagerness and a zeal that are everywhere. I want to flavour my outer limits, to add new And exuberant expressions to my vacant gaze. I want deep red waves tipped with honey And passions of every rhythm to swing to. I want quick-eyed adventures and long slow Embraces, giving reign to unexplored desires. I want days of crazy randomness and not have Urgent signals demanding that it’s time to hide. I want to live in a smiling house of sensations Where talk is an incessant wealth of cadences. I want the floor of my sad defeated heart to be The place where only vim and vigour explode. I want hostility to end, the world to mend and That peace which passes beyond understanding.
Uncle
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Uncle
69/M/London
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
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