Each is given their canvas
Open air along the brief respective flashes of time
We whittle gasping attempts at a connection
With only any placeable frames that we’ve collected
Hammer dissonance to Xanadu
Feather in the contrast as a method of description
or discretion.
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Building a context
heft upon a quickly fading gust
Just a divvied introduction of trust as a reflection.
Left as signal threading the reverence into message
Let me bury symbols in code and seed a weapon.
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Let me choose a frame and build a picture growing out to the edges
Filling seconds with deference
Knowing breath is the setting, for where the grey areas are
Levy loosening gaze, and form a tinctured impression of the glimpse I’ve incepted, though the lesson I’m guessing won’t fare to carry the cadences very far.
Tarry not for fear of ones inept reflection, bury not thy fierce direction.
Into the void.
Into the depths.
To build the frame.
To will the question.
I’ve been doing more of these on my phone, due to time constraints. I’m hoping it doesn’t affect the formatting negatively.
