Possibilities are beyond intriguing whence one understands there is nothing to fear. This twisted facade that preoccupies so many of us daily grows rather tawdry and immature. The fabric of time grows thin, as does the space between us.
Clarification becomes less a goal than a lifestyle. Evidence encourages sensibility, which in turn explains not only cause, but motivation. Silly fearmongers, deception is for no one!
The texture of love in balance stirs the soul. Duality is much more enjoyable as an option. This little train may fly around the moon occasionally, but believe you-me, when we hear that old station whistle blow, don't think twice, it's alright.
Sweet little dream of mine
As ubiquitous as she is fine
Completing me in my mind
As ridiculous as it is sublime
Slipping steadily across a faceless universe
Keeps me guessing what is better or worse
Reaching readily for any blessing or curse
Or resting a bit before it goes in reverse
Sweet little dream of mine
As profane as she is divine
Separate from me in my mind
As inane as it is amaranthine
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The only danger in Friendship is that it will end.
- Thoreau, Henry David
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