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The depth, width and breadth Of all nonlinear dimensions Are exceedingly less quantifiable Than the imminent direction of your breath When its projected back through space I seek wholeness in the hidden chambers of your breast And find music in your laughter's gentleness We have outdated attitudes framed upon our walls And old hallways that echo with the altitude of our confusion A cornucopia of consciousness and desire With a smile that lingers like a fire She inspires my heart to break free Of silly people’s strategies We are bleeding underneath our sleeves With skin and teeth ready to bite We are all getting high tonight Higher than the azure sky Reflected in another pair of eyes And more blinding than the Sun Can you tell me who is the one Who knows your name When we retreat into our cave Darling don’t get enraged We are all slaves to her grace While you play this game or that one It doesn’t matter that much anyway Since you’ve come all this way You might just as well Try to never be the same again
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
we hesitate to rise
The depth, width and breadth Of all nonlinear dimensions Are exceedingly less quantifiable Than the imminent direction of your breath When its projected back through space I seek wholeness in the hidden chambers of your breast And find music in your laughter's gentleness We have outdated attitudes framed upon our walls And old hallways that echo with the altitude of our confusion A cornucopia of consciousness and desire With a smile that lingers like a fire She inspires my heart to break free Of silly people’s strategies We are bleeding underneath our sleeves With skin and teeth ready to bite We are all getting high tonight Higher than the azure sky Reflected in another pair of eyes And more blinding than the Sun Can you tell me who is the one Who knows your name When we retreat into our cave Darling don’t get enraged We are all slaves to her grace While you play this game or that one It doesn’t matter that much anyway Since you’ve come all this way You might just as well Try to never be the same again
ganesha-michael-shapiro
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
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