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Mouth filled with your flooded rain.  I'm synchronized in the light.
Like two children at play, a wonder on the streets of Casco Bay,  
My heart skips as I sidestep the cobbled, ice-laden paths,  
Splashing through puddles, we feed off each other's desire—  
Just one spin on the merry-go-round.  
Seats abound; places to grasp and relive our youth.  

WOOSH! A glimmer of wrapped wings swirls around me—  
Falling, diving, toward the ground in this exhilarating dance.  
A crash never manifests;  
She is a  mirror of my dash, now two ****** skyward,  
Our backs arch, eyes ablaze,  
Soaring to unfathomable heights of pure ecstasy.  

A search ignites, the deep thrum booming,  
Fingers strumming across invisible strings—  
My heart’s afire with a pulsing melody,  
Music familiar yet unnamed on this carousel, now just for two.  

Reappearing on the stone-studded streets,  
I walk to the water's edge,  
Bursting from a diamond's tip, where cherubs caress  
A billion luminous suns.  
My heart ignites, my lips blaze, yearnings align—  
Counting down the days until our meeting.
Once more, let us spin again...
Resonating with amplified energies,  
intentions unfold,  
a transitional portal is opening  
for our transformations to come.  
Impacting consciousness,  
the collective energies rise.

As I work towards my evolving self,  
does universal harmony layer divine intelligence?  

PERSONAL DIMENSION

Release resistance,  
stay open, adaptable.  

The stones of foundation fall,  
where clarity and intention ignite change—  
the force greater than me,  
integrated, embody  
the change I wish for,  
aligning my intentions.

In reflection's embrace,  
I run slow through thresholds of connected realms.  
Can a humbled mind's dreams  
become tangible realities?

take my hand; step into the open door inferno.  
From my past, echoes blend with futures—  
together, we co-create this embrace.
Something from my past,
Something from my future.

my path has led to the threshold of an aligned portal.

I will never again be the same.
I'm painted in a room of broken glass.  
Quite rather, I'm lost in her stars.

Ive checked three point one four times


H's Dust
The sun shined cold this morning, five below.  Cozy down, a fluff ball goddess of four, never failed.  but a goddess of two could be more? DING [big red], it's 7:53, ... Couldn't have herd my thoughts...  A reflection of two.  So beautiful.  well wishes just missed; a whisper of Marvelous action warms the fire.


"I've been Hijacked". Me too  

Tumbled thoughts, a path led to needed reflections, but I also desire to be wheel spin watched.  Our thoughts begin to pool, and flowed tides push and pull me through the day. An invited check mate.  The suns cold all but gone now.

Filled with wisdom and insight, might a flight accompanied multi goddess.  The cauldron is stirring. A feast for a dragon, and I've lost myself. Through a dance of waving foam, water splashed and trickled.  It runs down me inch by inch every and all but tickled.  

Evidence or self explored art, NICE, I'm not the only thing waterproof.

Ive been glad you exist too!
Is it even possible to feel the grand finale before the show has even begun?  I wonder.  You have cracked a door to a wardrobe of plenty, my clothes yes, never worn.  Hmmmm
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