with a nearly painful alacrity i have welcomed a strange viscid visceral perception of time into my chambers. with thousands of trembling slender pale velvety soft fingers passing over my body. infinitely slow infinitely delicate. an eternity passes as their presence like a gentle breeze plays round the down of my arms scrawling illegible incantations over the ridges crests valleys of my face. every pore orifice imbibes the milky ambrosia trailing in their wake and savours the succulent sweet residue. as i stab their eternally spiralling whorls with tender kisses knowing no abandon, the willing increments so carefully doled, graciously eagerly oblige and with a resolute determination and infinite concentration struggle strive to reach a climax of experience that will forever and with absolute finality colour my existence. a stain from the intangible palette that only time may possess.



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quiet as the whisper of a ghost, unheeded and unnoticed in the ear for whom it was intended, a chance cloud steals in front of the blazing eye overhead. under such aegis, vivid vista is transformed into dim dreamland. in seeming abeyance, however, imbued with a careful acumen, after their own delicate, bashful manner, the flowers take a cue from the far less timid and oft reckless nimbus. indulging in a brief reprieve they momentarily rescind their otherwise unspoken yet staid promise of resplendence in the muted light drifting down through the infinity of azure time and space. ever fickle and tiresome of its game, the suns watery veil abnegates its apparent dominance in the morning firmament and as the first beams of light pierce the fleeting darkness the flowers begin to stir. quiet and indistinct murmurings and fluttering of tiny, still sleeping eyes greet the sun with a warmth, innocence and openness of arms reserved for the rejoining of good friends after what seems an eternity of separation. the sun obliges and in its loving embrace thousands of tiny faces bask once again.



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feeling worn out. like an old shoe. only one of a pair of "heavy boots"(thanks jonathan froer). i have found myself surprisingly patient. understanding. these few brief moments of solitude and dim flickers of inspired creativity my only solace these days. day dreams of consistence. day dreams of peace. day dreams of fulfillment. day dreams of realization are the only adumbration i have of a time without the confusion longing disillusion up down sadness hurt hope faith frustration futility impotence/crippling guilt and shame. freeing love and comfort...blah blah blah.



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ae.