A burning fire, purifying all thinking as time moves forward.
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Reality stares out interior windows, reflecting on life experiences and wishful thinking.
Insinuating itself at last in annals of time and space.
Colors of earth, what can they be?
If the world is made up of colors, what should we see?If every other color is a reflection of white or anabsorption of black, how is it that we manage to seeso many colors and only seem to think in black and white?
Sliding down mountainous ledges, letting go, feeling no fear as I fall to my death below.
Looking always upwards, seeing everything with rose-colored eyesight, falling into pools of bluened light, focusing on promises sent from beyond.Sliding down into ocean’s depths, never minding the cold or darkness I find myself mired in.
Drumming melodies into a birthday of fifty-nine years, celebrating with the one he loves, playing keyboard beside him.
Calmly accepting another year, hoping for many more in the future.Later in the evening, joining together with love for a special wish of thanksgiving for one another.Appreciating the joy given to each other, friends stand by, happily wishing a fantastic birthday and many, many more in the coming years.
Watching from corners of remorse as futures get covered up with tons of other’s dirt.
No where else to go except in depths of my soul as it protects me from all manner of awful circumstances.
Sliding to and fro, energized by the beats of rhythmical folly, following steps beyond what we’re used to.
Caught in the puzzles of expectation, we ride tidal waves of reality into our deaths.