AN EMOTIONAL MYSTERY A gentle flow inside wishes me to let go. An insolent pride with speeches of woe would starve off my embers and trample my children ~ with answerphone distemper cramp my easy entrance. The doorbell in my face tunes the channel to soul growth and the next call I make in the seething furrow finds a cure for chaos in emotional mystery; the sense of new Eros assists the distillery. *** Trooping the colour, this time seeing nothing. I cant explain, or else wander off again. The miracle of things growing: Im scared of what comes next. It must be too easy, like necklaces and necks. – People should be themselves and not a bittersweet joke. – If you grow up on a bogus journey then cross it off the list. – Dont fight the lines of new relief or youll fall fast asleep. – As time diminishes challenge becomes paramount. – Lubricate a growing measure to communicate a knowing pleasure. |
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