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hUmbilical disCord

connected under the skin and through the consciousness to grandmother’s house we go an avatar as an ancient lady who grew us up from the tiniest seeds implanted by the dirtiest humans in whose drifting decadently acts as a glacial cold wind whipped into frenzied global motions thusly frostbiting deep the warmth of one’s heart as the golden apple of that eye remaining open as the other eyes have closed out of rejection for a thing judged too much or too little or too late in any event though as is the scheme of shifting things like the sand in our shoes combing the collective Akashic record of all the meanwhile, off-ended with tendrils of the shadowy and unforgiving to those that do not sort out their own solutions as the thematic tug upon human subconsciousness as continuum currently whirring and humming with brief encounters beached upon the straits narrowed to eliminate the petty from the pretty if when centering the sinister as thoughtful case in favor against their antagonistic nemesis as protagonist counterparts the villainous greedy heroes zeroing in with their mob mentality honing sharply upon remarks grinding the stoic from the stone whose dispassion is mined for some reaction a detachment from the gold of humanity interacting with itself, and yet we fill the spaces and gaps of the present with formulaic solutions there are no ends for toward meaning as relentless predicator arguing definitions sometimes superlative while other sides seem wasted efforts even though they all contribute to a greater hole of dramatic counterbalance through comedy and tragedy leaking into our universal regime marking halves and wholes as much in those vested interests of the haves and have-nots as the suspension of disbelief that we even participate in this system absorbing the din of noise trying to blot out our thoughts… that thread solitary becomes a theoretical spider weaving logic and reason from those passing instruments of the gods these being human things spinning tales and ornate arguments that wind up stating in the obvious of various facets made real to the multitude of eyes and attitudes that circulate among the minds and voices trying to find the right to exist even when evidence of the opposite is found out as the most evident truth without the destructive inherent personal nature, that seed of discord within the cradle of life holding our inner child sleeping while not actively forcing our hand to eat that golden apple eye of others like a devour-tainted whim hungry for more than merely food attempting to digest and arrest those perpetual processes that break down as calcified ideals a moment at a time as the greater scheme churns out our bones, but we stand not alone striving to realize personal truth that even this ends from the murk and mires of experience mass excessive bewildering we have had to wade through to come to accurate conclusions that work to conform our selfish opinions into interdependent states of being trading in master for maker…

Thanks, khet.