praying for the wind, sun, rain to squelch fear, aspiration, wish
laden with the guilt of wander
torn asunder...
distraction.
temporarily scatters and fractures into shards of forgotten, reflective, contemplative moments
how can it be, that the balloon-gust-filled-to-the-brim lid of it has erupted into the entropy which is now every
thing?
interlaced, unmovable feast of that to be preyed upon
the mind, a vast cavern of ubiquitous, unfathomably cognizant, momentous-fragments of grace.
light, trapped; refracted into a million-little-indigo-hued-droplets of hope.
fly away, balloon-hope-wish; burst forth into the heavens, send forth your goddess-manna. feed me some more.
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