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#unbinding
“the unbound unbinding: an admixture of words and swords… that will cut a newborn cord of reciprocity of thee and me, miracle! thereby, an unbound binding that ties and frees us from and connects us nonetheless by our shared senses…” <!> these words, recalled well, for they but a newborn issue of a few days, and the notion of binding that frees us into reciprocity yet buzz~hums in my brain the contradictory nature of a cutting which ties us together, that an unbinding binds us even more tightly, I struggle, to better understand the nature how an unraveling of our connection somehow ties us closer but re-envisioning Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel in my mind’s eye, that sparking space tween God’s finger outstretched to bring the enlivening of his spirit to His first enervate, Adam, the original of we humans, somehow sates my confusion ***to touch each other at the most primitive basis, we require a space between us, in order to fulfill, a contract contact of completion and binding*** and this bestills and bestirs my puzzlement, a space electric necessary to permit us to close the human circuitry !***and I am contented, the contradiction no more, I sense the need to close gaps tween us certify our human resources for it is the permanent invisible grasping of our loving minds that transcends overpowers gaps, bringing tears of joy to my eyelids, even as I write these words, and greet this morning with optimism that every space brings a richer closure!***!
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Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 7:36 AM UTC
the unbound binding: an admixture of words and swords...
“the unbound unbinding: an admixture of words and swords… that will cut a newborn cord of reciprocity of thee and me, miracle! thereby, an unbound binding that ties and frees us from and connects us nonetheless by our shared senses…” <!> these words, recalled well, for they but a newborn issue of a few days, and the notion of binding that frees us into reciprocity yet buzz~hums in my brain the contradictory nature of a cutting which ties us together, that an unbinding binds us even more tightly, I struggle, to better understand the nature how an unraveling of our connection somehow ties us closer but re-envisioning Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel in my mind’s eye, that sparking space tween God’s finger outstretched to bring the enlivening of his spirit to His first enervate, Adam, the original of we humans, somehow sates my confusion ***to touch each other at the most primitive basis, we require a space between us, in order to fulfill, a contract contact of completion and binding*** and this bestills and bestirs my puzzlement, a space electric necessary to permit us to close the human circuitry !***and I am contented, the contradiction no more, I sense the need to close gaps tween us certify our human resources for it is the permanent invisible grasping of our loving minds that transcends overpowers gaps, bringing tears of joy to my eyelids, even as I write these words, and greet this morning with optimism that every space brings a richer closure!***!
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Deep inside the pain can hide lingers & thrives. My heart unbinds, my mind unwinds. Wishing I could go back make you mine. Hold you till the end of time. My life's outta line as my heart unbinds.
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
BANDAGE ME
Bad love, bad ties broken Of the bitter truth a token, That Wisdom is nowhere to be found Where there is nothing but a rotten bound
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Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 4:06 AM UTC
Rotten bounds