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The blues, the blues, these Blues, the Blues, The Blues. The Blues won't stop moving, but haven't gotten to going. They're a-move, they're soluble insomnolence, they're indefferant irreverence in reference to reverence. The Blues won't stop going, but haven't yet left. All day, I've sat on this Furthest Shore, unsure if they'd ever get to outgoing, if they'd ever get to outflowing. All day, I've sat and worse yet, all night (we know the nights are the very darkest sorta pretend-to-be-blackened blues), sat on this dew-damp Distant Shore, unsure if I'd ever get to outgrowing, if I'd ever get to outgoing. The blues, the blues, these blues, the Blues, The Blues. The blues won't stop wounding. I won't stop choosing. I won't stop two-ing. Tilting at horizons, I hold anchor to Torii. Summum Bonum, I insist it be. (Can't let it be. {whatever it is.}) (Can't let it be. {whatever it isn't.}) Gateway from humdrum to hallowed. A red atop blues, also unmoving. But still in its unmoving, still unmoving. How unlike the blues. This red, how unlike the blues.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
1:08 Meditation, #138
The blues, the blues, these Blues, the Blues, The Blues. The Blues won't stop moving, but haven't gotten to going. They're a-move, they're soluble insomnolence, they're indefferant irreverence in reference to reverence. The Blues won't stop going, but haven't yet left. All day, I've sat on this Furthest Shore, unsure if they'd ever get to outgoing, if they'd ever get to outflowing. All day, I've sat and worse yet, all night (we know the nights are the very darkest sorta pretend-to-be-blackened blues), sat on this dew-damp Distant Shore, unsure if I'd ever get to outgrowing, if I'd ever get to outgoing. The blues, the blues, these blues, the Blues, The Blues. The blues won't stop wounding. I won't stop choosing. I won't stop two-ing. Tilting at horizons, I hold anchor to Torii. Summum Bonum, I insist it be. (Can't let it be. {whatever it is.}) (Can't let it be. {whatever it isn't.}) Gateway from humdrum to hallowed. A red atop blues, also unmoving. But still in its unmoving, still unmoving. How unlike the blues. This red, how unlike the blues.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
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