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~ <> *nearby distant, the soft thrash of warm waves lapping interlocking, happily wet tongue kissing, sun-oven precision-crisping the Long Island striped bass and porgies, at a surreal cooling 77 degrees Pandora synced to his eyes, shuffling freely, by saying we too see!! playing for him, Stairway to Heaven (Led Zeppelin) poor, poor poet, strains to brain drain one more time, conducting an ogling googling word search for those combinatory storied ones that sailboat glide all the while wildly bursting with Pellegrino effervescence compromising sounds sights, to present properly the balance, to preserve properly this moment, peaceful alive for all times, as poet has tried, and failed so many times before... the caw caw caw of the crow mocks the illiterate human, for the bird calls it, in single sound perfect and the human a laughingstock, for not in his possess, to capture this perfect moment of human sabbath. a Roman Saturn day of rest, on this day that itself, is perfection, perfect for celebrating our common creation, on a day that our almost-all-agreed-upon calendar is marked for us to forte rest, from an existence of just laborious the chubby checkered cheeked squirrels laughingly pauses, watching, enjoying a poet's struggle, mind boggle, the poet's chubby cheeks stuffed with discarded words, all insufficient to capture the absolution of absolute beauty bathing in the noisiest of nature's sounds, all that contravene the silence of living things, breathing prayerful thoughts that all summary end, with a common gesture of forefinger upon the lips a human acknowledgment of utter obeisance to the forces calling out by example listen, see! silently presenting, this, this!!* a day that demanded perfection
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
A Day That Demanded Perfection (June 25, 2016, 2:57 PM)
~ <> *nearby distant, the soft thrash of warm waves lapping interlocking, happily wet tongue kissing, sun-oven precision-crisping the Long Island striped bass and porgies, at a surreal cooling 77 degrees Pandora synced to his eyes, shuffling freely, by saying we too see!! playing for him, Stairway to Heaven (Led Zeppelin) poor, poor poet, strains to brain drain one more time, conducting an ogling googling word search for those combinatory storied ones that sailboat glide all the while wildly bursting with Pellegrino effervescence compromising sounds sights, to present properly the balance, to preserve properly this moment, peaceful alive for all times, as poet has tried, and failed so many times before... the caw caw caw of the crow mocks the illiterate human, for the bird calls it, in single sound perfect and the human a laughingstock, for not in his possess, to capture this perfect moment of human sabbath. a Roman Saturn day of rest, on this day that itself, is perfection, perfect for celebrating our common creation, on a day that our almost-all-agreed-upon calendar is marked for us to forte rest, from an existence of just laborious the chubby checkered cheeked squirrels laughingly pauses, watching, enjoying a poet's struggle, mind boggle, the poet's chubby cheeks stuffed with discarded words, all insufficient to capture the absolution of absolute beauty bathing in the noisiest of nature's sounds, all that contravene the silence of living things, breathing prayerful thoughts that all summary end, with a common gesture of forefinger upon the lips a human acknowledgment of utter obeisance to the forces calling out by example listen, see! silently presenting, this, this!!* a day that demanded perfection
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only man de-man-ded an explanation, for the natural. fool hu-man, man-I-fold the wonders, the inexplic-able bent to fit the curved overture of the heart. my plan for the day, accept that these two hands yours, can push an elder's wheelchair up Third Avenue, and never understand the how the saving was mine own ABC's answering, the existential why's. may 8 12:07 am
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
only man de-man-ded the knowing