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to Heal a Monster

the dark throes of humanity as fiery angle to take on which is to train oneself away from this realization of a connective tissue underneath the skin a certain depressed falling into from within, with life as ever the choose your own adventure for the one responsible for their own involved convoluted story to participate at leisure a vehicle pleasant consuming the ignorant culture as we inhabit it evoking life into and out of the beasts as structure standing upright essentially determined to affect the world, and our dreams from inside this forever lived as experiential information save condemned to flesh out this dimension comparable to the stray ant farm metaphor so true as we anthropomorphize on into the sunset-lit horizons that mark the end of days gone by looking out and forward… sometimes sunshine blind by the customs that do bury our human tribe alive as we take on these traits further than death will measure as that vibrant force resonates with aspects of an enchanting virtue charging with energized amusement toward what inevitable conclusions there are Here, regenerating the compressed views through experience made to make experts out of those few of us with all the patience to heal or charge another with that spiritual energy as it fluctuates surrounding this reality as perceived and managed to be taken for granted, but it isn’t always us and our cruel demeanor to blame as we shuffle hurt even further within ourselves to repair the pain that has developed through these events as unsatisfying reminder they might have been as to testing the mettle of the personal constitution… somehow this being we have become as more than mere component parts set aside for some appropriate timing to trigger a leap of personal essence faithfully entering into a newly formed shell housing the home for a new element of generation displayed, throughout the bullshit as the obstacles remain where tolerance is maintained as the sum total of these vague inhabitants find their way alone in the darkness chilling to the bone those made unwilling or unable to make the journey today, or whether we need this string leading out of the labyrinth is scenario too far flung into the future to easily remedy with a simple envisioned mastery as archetypal potent roles which archaically retained us to this ritual rotation rhythmically…

Thanks, khet.