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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