Words of S Brian Adam
because it
is color fading it still is bliss self-determining in a complexity I reach the
court of saying this the sky is blue inside my face the journey is in my feet
no contract breached before and after drinking on morning to the night of
choirs a special glass starred in knowing myself a circle brought back to do so
a shield of phenomena a transit so seldom but long all have seen the
respectful-function standing to the attention on the river bank a garden
there the language of understanding understanding the cries marry me a grammar
of blood and soul there now is the location environs of the deepest-well
continued agreement into and toward the center of the story preventing any
other distribution host the stars of the night I glance and glimmer I feel the
warmth I move on and say I smile what it feels like to tremble nothing here is
stupefied not where these fires begin my word born to carry my way as a crib in
a nursery a window there
he lovely thing so for the break of
day into my dream these the provision of night stipulations osmosis-way the
terms that makes swallows fly and see how I see the starlings swirl evening
comes it settles down into an arresting dream a lovely thing imdiluted-state a
spreading face a beaming of a possession all fear obliterated by this the light
of dreams in night and motioning daylight come to me figurations see through me
these the thousands hours of atmosphere in here alone I sit and allow myself I
am doing these things on earth propellation in this chorusing the choosing in
the whistling sound subterranean charge vibrating holding me down in vibrations
discharge through my system in perfect obedience the smile in me the nature of
here I do in this life’s admission in itself habitat of heavenly
breaching in volatility with similar minded moon and stars steps in the child’s
giant matriarchal mystery in sacred admission to a fact to be must lived seeing
saturation a fruit full wind nursing the “fabulous” intelligence the authority
of all affairs owing to all following-ways an appetite of storms moisture of
intuitive weather ascertaining for its rain the functioning needs scales of
fullness thereof consisting of towns of spires high and higher fulfilling all
tangents compelling to look at the stars windows of buildings myself
ascertaining my acquiescence to my given one seeing in repetition one way of a
vision I have one eye
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