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perpetually inspire and comb my humble desires. 

fill the languid landscape with drops of solidarity.

ascend from benevolence a nature versed in revolution.

quintessential thought bubbles provoked by the bounty of calligraphy.

a correspondent quail as nimble as a teleprompter.

thought inducing righteousness answers the wary foundation.

a murmur of gratitude ails iron-clad giants succumb freely to the luxor of the sun god.

mercifully platonic hydration encapsulates normalicy. 

robust remanence of isotonic fusion embedded in plaid skirts.

the dichotomy of romance endures subtle hyperbolic allies.

machismo nuances loom on the frivolous fence post like sunday morning cartoon strips.

time creeping and crawling through troughs of manipulation.

bountiful in tones of omnipresent gestures.

it's been a long year.

except in the example of dreamscapes, they have been plentiful. 

taste(ful) dis(ill)usion

a rat-a-tat-tat rustles the silence,

startles your nerves,

a synchronized synopsis occurs,

disengaging the discomfort,

leaving the world a float,

slave to the ocean,

incompetence will note,

solidarity meanwhile,

knocks at the door,

removes it’s shoes,

unwinds the truth,

like laces,

there is good news,

stretches his appendages,

the night is warm and fair,

alas! the infinate nature of comfort,

will find us there,

a brisk jig on the soft rug arouses,

electric wind like wild fire,

compounds us,

unveiling the petals of coversion,

a matriarchial sort of subversion,

while we linger at the pedastool,

awaiting the first chord,

the silence has been broken,

we sing in accord,

settle into familiarity,

elegantly,

appraoch the unknown,

seperated by nothing,

with only love as collateral.

washed into an abyss of symetry,

parallel mutiny,

abridge the bounty,

finds ourselves,

secured in harmony,

bound to the natural order,

as our feet message the earth,

take off your shoes soldier,

life requires little seperation,

from birth,

on the front porch,

a memory of you will drip from the sky,

like the high of the moonshine,

planted behind my third eye,

sail into eternity,

the endless starry nights,

dance across the river sailor,

play in my reservoir of sun,

mount yourself on my mantle,

until the time lapse is done.

settle into familiarity,

elegantly,

appraoch the unknown,

seperated by nothing,

with only love as collateral.