#beholden - Hello Poetry

Beauty isn’t verdict. It moves— slow, sudden. One eye sees chorus. One hears a bell. We met in the middle. Called it human. No greetings. No apologies. Just the sentence, already burning. Silence held the shape. We stepped in. .

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Aug 19, 2025

Aug 19, 2025 at 7:58 PM UTC

renseksderf

we meet again, mid-sentence

Beauty isn’t verdict. It moves— slow, sudden. One eye sees chorus. One hears a bell. We met in the middle. Called it human. No greetings. No apologies. Just the sentence, already burning. Silence held the shape. We stepped in. .

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Perhaps everything that has ever existed will exist forever in the psychic clarity of God. Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity. Objectified manifest's infinite possibilities exponentially extemporaneous eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology. Imagination's immaturities would seem to purvey that these things are irrefragably inevitable in the light of noumenal sentience's semantic regalia. Astral projection's distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness to clairaudience clairvoyance existential extremity. Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant is totally tangential. Extravagantly exorbitant's flirtatious flamboyance to flippantly flighty flit-ness. Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness estranged ensemble orchestrations and all. Some of us are even into the various assorted forms of related stranger weirdness, similar states of analogous collusion and ancillary subordinateness. Laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tedium, excruciating exacerbations of autonomous avarice. I'd like to think that these arguments have leverage on the reconnaissance reconnoiter. Mentality's osteopathic prescience is an empirical substance. Psychokinesis is an art. Eclectic synectics's social contiguities zoomorphic zoolatry to demagoguery could raise us all to new heights of enigmatism and leave our corporeally preternatural finiteness endowed with a fidelity that exceeds itself, foreshadowing life's mysteries. No more dour droll dreary ochlocracy of an oligarchy. Stolid stoic bailiff's rake-ness rails, vicarious recalcitrance for all!

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Jan 25, 2025

Jan 25, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Fulgurous fulcrum's fulham

Perhaps everything that has ever existed will exist forever in the psychic clarity of God. Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity. Objectified manifest's infinite possibilities exponentially extemporaneous eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology. Imagination's immaturities would seem to purvey that these things are irrefragably inevitable in the light of noumenal sentience's semantic regalia. Astral projection's distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness to clairaudience clairvoyance existential extremity. Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant is totally tangential. Extravagantly exorbitant's flirtatious flamboyance to flippantly flighty flit-ness. Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness estranged ensemble orchestrations and all. Some of us are even into the various assorted forms of related stranger weirdness, similar states of analogous collusion and ancillary subordinateness. Laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tedium, excruciating exacerbations of autonomous avarice. I'd like to think that these arguments have leverage on the reconnaissance reconnoiter. Mentality's osteopathic prescience is an empirical substance. Psychokinesis is an art. Eclectic synectics's social contiguities zoomorphic zoolatry to demagoguery could raise us all to new heights of enigmatism and leave our corporeally preternatural finiteness endowed with a fidelity that exceeds itself, foreshadowing life's mysteries. No more dour droll dreary ochlocracy of an oligarchy. Stolid stoic bailiff's rake-ness rails, vicarious recalcitrance for all!

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What slave have I become! Embracing servitude, Desire no rebellion, Please! O, my will! Succumb! To her, with gratitude, Besides Beauty, there’s none. I vow to cede control, No action beyond me, Beauty is my master! I’ve no need for my soul, Beauty, I cede to thee Fortune or disaster! Liberty is worthless! My eyes must stir the heart! Why live, and not seek you? I publicly confess, To Beauty, to Astarte, You command all I do.

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Jan 20, 2019

Jan 20, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC

not_thepoet_hewantstobe

Beauty, My Master

What slave have I become! Embracing servitude, Desire no rebellion, Please! O, my will! Succumb! To her, with gratitude, Besides Beauty, there’s none. I vow to cede control, No action beyond me, Beauty is my master! I’ve no need for my soul, Beauty, I cede to thee Fortune or disaster! Liberty is worthless! My eyes must stir the heart! Why live, and not seek you? I publicly confess, To Beauty, to Astarte, You command all I do.

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