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Sustenance in flow

Lightness and foam, a reflection of lateral wavelengths that echo the need for perfection, prism-like. Do you know how to enter the acknowledgeable truth without an exit plan or escape strategy? Cascading fractals in a vision of warmth going towards an ending that leads into a form and system of transcendence. Relax, relax into yourself and buoy to floating lead, a mercury fount that goes beyond the necessary, listing forward to infinite reflections of a typology that no words describe: total honesty in appearance without guise or guile.

There is no sensuality to disregard, the world in total communion. Do not disguise, do not hide. With feathers trailing, no phoenix but sparrow costumed in fantastic leads to the paradisical encounter entirely. Forget, release, become, entire. Eardrums spatic and niceties gone, entire. Wince and flow, tout l’amour, vague descriptions of pragmatisms gone awry and nothing left but you.

Carousel waltzes, kittens and momentary gods. The surge and sustain, split fragments of rapture, an apocalypse of forgotten waiting. Nothing at all, no cares suspended in liquid vessels to be overturned by an unseen equation. So we write and so we do so that we may feel our existence solid in us. Without anchor, we fumble to find a root that furthers this drive to be. A wave or tidal cresting, the seconds as they weave their fingers in the sand draining out to the plateau beyond all. An idea of what is but clueless in how to proceed from this to that.