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faereal…

the subtle softness sweet and serene holds us sometimes too low like bait angling for those of lost soles worth fishing for out there swimming in the vast human see too wholly profound to be this set adrift by human ingenuity whose genius is a ghost toasted to all over the world when we hit at that bacchanalian shift into bliss as ignorant revelers relating to the microcosm of the moment with each other Here from other seas as deep or complex as the rest of this traveling sideshow of circuits unleashed to wash on down the rogue fits like squirming toads spawning shits that transform into the flower garden of the reposed where our hidden friends have met, ancient connection from the past that was never revealed until a scribe took quill to parchment all those many occasions building to a finite climax that ripples bound in a consequential cause and effect status as reflex memory building information and experience tagged as reference in the ethers digital and otherwise as the movements swirl and intoxicate old epiphanies with the blood of sacrifice disguised as hermetic motion flowing over the mountain yet shifted to some obliquely oriented visions categorized for the bitter scholars to come later analyzing the remnants before that pass into oblivion, or shamed into thinking that there is no escape with the exception being through an exile or an apothecary’s hands and talents bringing on the entheogenic call and response anthemic at a time and place where captured and clinging remains of light shattering against the mirror of mind out of excuses to accuse the strays of being too imperfect for that biased myopia as a floating utopia for but one passenger only when there are so many other ships sailing on this voyage… set and setting tell a truth not every mind can handle as solutions become soluble in this fluid vastness housing us all in holding our shaking existence protected by the sheltering graces of who raised us in generations before we arrived when there were no words only the sentiments for an official turn of events to become the ways which we are today called reality by this surge of consensus opinion converged together to create, there are going to be changes that strike off-guard the ones too stubborn to budge as gigantic ego remains like unfathomable buoys swaying briefly many clicks too offshore to be aware of by everyone as a difficult item of these shifting pieces moved between the reckless martyrs who kill and try twisting every word, but these knots are much more than any Gordian riddles placed before our eyes to see this depth and the effect on our world that it has as these choices make us choose our kings and conquerors for us when all of the worst decisions are yet to reach fruition even though the trees hang low and ripe ready to bear but likely it is to receive the sacrifices used to appease the spirits of ancient realms all dead in their turn flitting about in casual observation as moths to flames that burns what time we have…

Thanks, khet.