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Rainbows for chasing, the moon for the aiming, forming in clouds, faces for inspiration, beckoning, is life ahead full of credible opportunity, beside empty promises creating, truthful reality. Standing tall, girding ***** I, reached for the unreachable so - distantly close, impulsive forward, surges. without doubt, or plan, missing by the - conceivably smallest, actually - furthest amount, yet still moving through, pushing the immovable, climbing the inaccessible, falling - frequently, never reaching nethermost depth, buoyed by a recognition, realising - all this fighting - striving failing - miserably, doing it all - wrong, was not failure, but a justified lesson on coping in the mire of existence. The rainbows beauty explained in science, gives it simplicity. A reality water and sunlight, nothing really to chase, or catch. Moon - oh moon - my most favourite, still my dreamstone, is but a stark beautiful presence, removing sunlight reveals a satellite bleak, nothing is here to seek, or take aim, likewise our cloud perceived faces, expectations are best - unexpected. If controlled by endeavour and aquasition disappointment may be somewhat - repositioned, attainment of skills formerly devoid of utilisation revived, re-given to make something, that in truth, can be ameliorated. if only to yours truly . Still Chasing Rainbows . Michael C Crowder 10th March 2019 @scorsby
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
Still Chasing Rainbows
Rainbows for chasing, the moon for the aiming, forming in clouds, faces for inspiration, beckoning, is life ahead full of credible opportunity, beside empty promises creating, truthful reality. Standing tall, girding ***** I, reached for the unreachable so - distantly close, impulsive forward, surges. without doubt, or plan, missing by the - conceivably smallest, actually - furthest amount, yet still moving through, pushing the immovable, climbing the inaccessible, falling - frequently, never reaching nethermost depth, buoyed by a recognition, realising - all this fighting - striving failing - miserably, doing it all - wrong, was not failure, but a justified lesson on coping in the mire of existence. The rainbows beauty explained in science, gives it simplicity. A reality water and sunlight, nothing really to chase, or catch. Moon - oh moon - my most favourite, still my dreamstone, is but a stark beautiful presence, removing sunlight reveals a satellite bleak, nothing is here to seek, or take aim, likewise our cloud perceived faces, expectations are best - unexpected. If controlled by endeavour and aquasition disappointment may be somewhat - repositioned, attainment of skills formerly devoid of utilisation revived, re-given to make something, that in truth, can be ameliorated. if only to yours truly . Still Chasing Rainbows . Michael C Crowder 10th March 2019 @scorsby
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
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