Minutiae of life, betwixt
Sacred and profane in the mundane,
If lustless, miraculous disdained,
Evolves at it's own clip
Giving the unseeing eye the slip,
A crysalis of sorts,
Caterpillaring into
Butterflying love.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC
Minutiae of life, betwixt
Sacred and profane in the mundane,
If lustless, miraculous disdained,
Evolves at it's own clip
Giving the unseeing eye the slip,
A crysalis of sorts,
Caterpillaring into
Butterflying love.
the corporate structure's convolution's devolutionary direction doesn't have to sociologically through to societally program anyone, not even for a moment, if we choose only not to be :) reality
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