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Stigmata Fata Morgana

a mother knows the son as well as any parent should through the illusion of resemblance in a shared experience of learning and growing together the family shape manifested and has come to life as long tragic circumstance come to view, unconditional in love as the pet’s liberation, and the father has always viewed a daughter as that purity sought after by the cult of innocence long thought lost to the humanity that there needs to replace crude connection subtle beyond the hope for love’s embrace disturbingly retained and the elusive romantic yearning in whose hearts we give our everything… but which drain our energy when the formula has been tampered with from a birth sliding to the open womb as the martyrs slip into new inhabitation though a coma we must now call our ‘home’, as the dreaming filters out those vivid and vibrant skills and traits that filter as we explore the myriad of what interests us each individually pursuing a mystery for ourselves for which many may never be solved at all within our own lifetimes as to those awake and living through the loose ends distracted, and at times tied tightly to our heavy anchors holding back the progress of an infinite ship of light in becoming embodied like this in a supplemental experiment ready to send us to the other end of what it is harnessed by these thrashing cosmic winds forced to spill out from the eyes and ears while the mouths open to speak beautiful lies to which many assume a truth is ascribed but there are none… the elusive optimal delusion has quashed our fascination with the optical illusion revealed because of a fact that so many of the concrete realities we perceive are merely fairy constructs that need to be believed in order to exist at all as the solid hologram viewed there like the holy stigmata of the afterbirth resistless as if we plunge to the floor, yelping and blood-covered but not bleeding in a writhing hustling throng as all scramble to examine and figure out whether there are or are not any complications as the child will have to bear those marks for as long as we know any by their tenuous hold to importance, but the modern burden has been Here with us longer than any other subtle slight in all the animal kingdoms as the transfer of powers from one mind to another where the heroes and the villains fight again and again waging a war of sides to the same appropriated vision of rights…

Thanks, khet.