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consider the inner stream all that flows in you all you hold true and hold yourself true to desire, fear, and dream the words and their copula what you want to say and what you will leave unsaid, to keep safe hidden phenomena the thoughts that ebb up against all the things you saw the grief, despondency, and joy they cause and their consequence the icons sunk and swimming time, person, sense, home nights alone, things for which you must atone waters shimmering those you loved and those you lost those you won't let go secrets you keep, emotions you won't show gift, fishhook, cost a thousand different currents are pouring through you memories, questions, laughter, light, heat, clues your defeats and triumphs a thousand confluences baptised with your name out from every corner of life they came and found congruence and you were once without form but then you opened to let in the dancing multitude whence came your singular course all flow with the inner stream finds its source without and all that flows would flow back out, no doubt desire, fear, and dream — if ever you are lost follow the stream it begins with opening and leads to the unknownness that you didn't know you were looking for all along
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
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consider the inner stream all that flows in you all you hold true and hold yourself true to desire, fear, and dream the words and their copula what you want to say and what you will leave unsaid, to keep safe hidden phenomena the thoughts that ebb up against all the things you saw the grief, despondency, and joy they cause and their consequence the icons sunk and swimming time, person, sense, home nights alone, things for which you must atone waters shimmering those you loved and those you lost those you won't let go secrets you keep, emotions you won't show gift, fishhook, cost a thousand different currents are pouring through you memories, questions, laughter, light, heat, clues your defeats and triumphs a thousand confluences baptised with your name out from every corner of life they came and found congruence and you were once without form but then you opened to let in the dancing multitude whence came your singular course all flow with the inner stream finds its source without and all that flows would flow back out, no doubt desire, fear, and dream — if ever you are lost follow the stream it begins with opening and leads to the unknownness that you didn't know you were looking for all along
#love#loss#sorrow#joy#laughter#memories#dreams#desire#self
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
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