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Life stabs through ascensions; dripping times, ages, sands of the hours Day & Night.
Space that may not follow, when attempting either vacuous or seeming bright.
Space would keep and multiply
To say, See, there, I preserve thee and I call out Genius unopposed, supposing not else.
Simply put, the artifact of happenstance with original
Article Genuine wavered, stammered, stifled, stiffened.
Brittle, crumbling, gone, but traded for wax alone.
Even when in seeming, keeping, sought for kept to be.
The ageless spark dance alight ever renewed and still.
Elsewhere but to seekers found within
Constant, dynamic, fluxing, flowing steady in me focusing beyond, loss comes sharp.
Only to envision in visage free retaining; She does not extinguish.
Ever, the natural vanquish of my lesser radiant being, to Gift each other the one-greatest...
When we may again become confused over the Fallen, Free, Great, and actual Sacred.
In the Vast, such notions neither relevant nor quotes about them to lodge ourselves tight between.
Sardines screaming to all the oceans of stars, I'm God! I'm Me! I Think! Therefore, I'm Free!.
What stuffy, soggy prison, indeed.
even if the condition is tenser than initial departure from port cities.
By the Best of Life; the Nature of the Real Sight is implied to travel with wherever
His Wherewithal takes Him,
Ever Home without Ending.
Now, do you finally see?
All My Relations
All my relations.
Unto you I thank most of all.
The forgotten part of the Ancestors.
Gods, of old dream thought gone.
Proof those pieces fit together.
I am not so far gone.
I'm not the Forgotten, after all.
When it comes to art and personal evolution, either you are mastering yourself constantly,
or you are being conned into any existence except your own.
Von Kotterhausen