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*vegetative spaces give comfort and shelter under canopies of love we exist for each other fellow humans givers of luminous beauty old fashioned swings are calling you duty is discovered in veritable confinement all our solitude is hurried and hoarded by hired soldiers who store their food in cupboards can you buy a second chance in the world of men many are left wandering while their mother loves them and holds their hands until the day they rise again sever your heads from lust, greed and revenge for envious lives are perverted open the sky to see through the dryness inside of you are two eyes who forgot that their mind’s origin lies beyond the five senses straight and narrow through the eye of the needle relativity curves like a balloon thought is escalating and elastic accelerating into diamond vortexes drastic measures are called for go under cover and threaten to email the relatives of police chiefs and officers to tell them the twin towers have only just fallen down while you stroll country lanes in respectful amusement to the noticeable lack of resistance the attitudes of confusion impenetrable by the eye are highly persistent what if the irony is simply that the iris is forever isolated from itself*
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
the ironic chronicles of human follicles wearing monocles
*vegetative spaces give comfort and shelter under canopies of love we exist for each other fellow humans givers of luminous beauty old fashioned swings are calling you duty is discovered in veritable confinement all our solitude is hurried and hoarded by hired soldiers who store their food in cupboards can you buy a second chance in the world of men many are left wandering while their mother loves them and holds their hands until the day they rise again sever your heads from lust, greed and revenge for envious lives are perverted open the sky to see through the dryness inside of you are two eyes who forgot that their mind’s origin lies beyond the five senses straight and narrow through the eye of the needle relativity curves like a balloon thought is escalating and elastic accelerating into diamond vortexes drastic measures are called for go under cover and threaten to email the relatives of police chiefs and officers to tell them the twin towers have only just fallen down while you stroll country lanes in respectful amusement to the noticeable lack of resistance the attitudes of confusion impenetrable by the eye are highly persistent what if the irony is simply that the iris is forever isolated from itself*
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
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