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Difference of my shaded reflections is a mask veiled to hoist the illustrious illusion.  Opium for the masses, Opium for the shattered reflection of this den of demons that plague my surrounded stature.  The posture of  sitting becoming the upright eccentric boisterous shout of ambiguity and the lines of sacred bisection.  The esoteric luminous mural that paints doors and windows never ceasing to facade a cascade as waterfalls brash and crash their way changing flow as the reflect.  Giving respite to the rock as the river changes direction, the insurrection of the resistance gives route to another way upon the moment of it’s luscious flow.   The light to the door, the dark that is banished by the candle flickered light that withers and wilts as the night fades to light as the dusk shades itself to a brighter dawn.


The musty whisk of wind flows graciously upon my death filled release of peace that is never to be nor can never be for the sake of primal sake.  The truth of resonance is omni presence.  The glow of gracious delight brings forth a vine of happiness that once were grew with tiny seeds that the mist of love nurtured life.  The wither and wilt of flowers amiss shows relevance in the prevalent matter of the death and life so the universe can breathe forth and expand the love for it’s nature that never ceases to wilt not but ever more elate.  Belated and serrated the knife upon long living strive it may seem.  A brighter tomorrow, A better future, A universal sorrow for the plight that is neither hind nor fore; it is rather plain sight.  Searching through the caves of empty light and darkness that holds no veil that it be dark and void. All things are sparked and give life to the very seeds that universal laws tend to bend and break with the dream and will of another creations fight with their own wrong and rights.  To know the vastness of void and the validity in falsified doctrine.  The spiritual rebirth of any creed among the might seed that has it’s own water and falls its world apart as life flutters forth.  As a butterfly emerges so does the life of never ending strife.  Lessons and values; Immoral and moral all retain their solidity in that which can be defined and contained.  Upon the limits of vast immortality the nature of mortals to seek.  Fountain’s breeding youth, searching the splashes of purity that reign the vanity of mirror to reflect the soul that never lost a single day.  To look in the eye to shed a tear and cleanse the mindless writ of many a warriors cry.  Held high the visions and hearts of many their people. The splash of innocence and children awakened their sleep many a nights. To know and see, To dire the straits upon the rivers that still have their course changed by the cascading falls.  The ship will sail, The veils will prove strong, The mind is the mightiest o shields.  To know the truth and search the hills.
  To wear the masks; To imitate such a poisoned posture!
What a gracious solidity to find all that can be defined.  The nature of the fluid and restless mind is the dreams of tomorrow wait not for that day but accomplish them in every way in the moment that always passes us here today.


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Love;

by: Sebastciaun T.
Censtcuriaus