Why cross the bridge without thinking
that living is forever, and nothing will
ever change? We change continuously
not always for the best, without knowing
true essence of love, in its purest form.

Confiding in self among ageless
sprees, dust flows freely without each
the speck of understanding, forcing
subconscious mind control, majestic
manifestations, appearing among the truth
intimacy, and pleasurable passions of
foreseen images before direct contact
occurs.

Admission not accepted, releasing truths
only known to the heartless, would cause a
backward flow of understandable knowledge
to unreasonable reactions limited to a short
time in dimensional space.

Taken across our space of wonder, do we
pronounce the reality of inspirational
intellect?




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