#reduced - Hello Poetry

I found me in the nuance lost me in the extreme reduced me to a shoebox so you could be the star of the scene breaking at the seams, seen this exact sequence in my dreams angels always warning me of the person attempting to scorn me

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Oct 24, 2021

Oct 24, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC

munybee

exact sequence

I found me in the nuance lost me in the extreme reduced me to a shoebox so you could be the star of the scene breaking at the seams, seen this exact sequence in my dreams angels always warning me of the person attempting to scorn me

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A dream, then god‘s interspersing jealous pleading indecipherable. The combinatorial explosion makes us into god-like humans, when we grasp that simplicity is the greatest complexity, the surges, the mastering urges, the blending melding gradations, gods dream of our holy bodies encompassing, its said ingredients. fly child! the horizon line approaching, it’s either a goal or boundary, or both, where endings blending make us immortal for a few minutes, when the good Holy Ghost says, “me and we, ain’t no difference,” hot fever, leads to raging calm, euphoria transition to believing, where the god inroads, visibly interfere in invisible dreams, pixies pixelating fine granular, dreaming my skin, kin to prayering, my knees touching clouds, lying on mounds of red soil, my eyes sewn shut and yet, I see all perfectly, for the dream of god, is what we are... ~ 7:15am Jan. 31, the year of 2020 visionary

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Jun 3, 2020

Jun 3, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Simplicity reduced to absurd: Simplicitas ad absurdum

A dream, then god‘s interspersing jealous pleading indecipherable. The combinatorial explosion makes us into god-like humans, when we grasp that simplicity is the greatest complexity, the surges, the mastering urges, the blending melding gradations, gods dream of our holy bodies encompassing, its said ingredients. fly child! the horizon line approaching, it’s either a goal or boundary, or both, where endings blending make us immortal for a few minutes, when the good Holy Ghost says, “me and we, ain’t no difference,” hot fever, leads to raging calm, euphoria transition to believing, where the god inroads, visibly interfere in invisible dreams, pixies pixelating fine granular, dreaming my skin, kin to prayering, my knees touching clouds, lying on mounds of red soil, my eyes sewn shut and yet, I see all perfectly, for the dream of god, is what we are... ~ 7:15am Jan. 31, the year of 2020 visionary

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Well aren't you a little computer! So smart and witty! Knowledgeable and oh, so clever yet you're so itty bitty! Such a smart young girl How have you come to this? Studying and learning Is it all for your bliss? I know you're real smart and I know you're so strong Yet you will only be reduced And that's the end of it.

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Mar 12, 2019

Mar 12, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC

Habibti

Intellect

Well aren't you a little computer! So smart and witty! Knowledgeable and oh, so clever yet you're so itty bitty! Such a smart young girl How have you come to this? Studying and learning Is it all for your bliss? I know you're real smart and I know you're so strong Yet you will only be reduced And that's the end of it.

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