In truths dealt For the essences Captured after That lifetime’s Period of rest Up! Pulling a life in like underwater breath to the surface It was about time
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The music’s note. Hanging on each end of the line for an interruption sublime. This terminal awakening: Always a guest in the author’s house of story. The author was always a guest anyways.
rather, the ideas lead a series of men. - paraphrasing Joseph de Maistre on the French Revolution
She describes in high tongue that which permeates all levels. It is a sign towards the beautiful, but complex. Complexities restart the efforts to light fires. Searing flashes are simple in feel and look, all in one sound: Love.
Do what thou wilt. Said the sign High above My intellect sublime. Who put his here? Those trackers at bay: Never near me, Behind the words they say. It's a colossus seen by the seafarers lost, thinking that this will save them at all costs. Land upon it shores and soon find the terror of absolute freedom with no bind. I pass the sign, it as one star among the constellation, to double down on work handed to me in this station.