in a world curled fetal feebly fighting institution and intuition and instances of when it could have been or what should have happened but since your still standing it must have meant something at least to you or for you and you mustn’t take it for granted because beneath you sleeps what was then wasn’t and when its what was it you will only have what they have left to forget what just slipped a mind and another day of your life dissolves into the earths rind deep into the core you’ll soak in and become a prism trapping the energy of the sun just another wonder so still wander while you can while the rain slams dancing into your hands pushing some past life and love with its wet with its caress blessing us to be so let’s be blessed until fleets of debris fling heat upon the seas forcing them to boil over and release themselves as melting steam rising into the wings Bringing down a rapturous feathered precipitation of what was once completely free what id look up and hope to see but now its only twitching seizure falling rising above my knees and my chin is next and then my last breath then engulfed and embossed on the surface of all that I can hope to learn from this
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