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Rough Synapse
I find the days lace and golden thread
she warms the inner sword
tempering the blade of lust
with secrets from long ago
i was in Berlin that day taking a business trip
with my only Albert he was for me
a completely obscure look at fathoming itself
and though we fight against the current
she sweeps us into a current
of steady force
I am not enjoying your apple's contracts
they tell me everything I knew
about fragility and sensual ideas
gabriel wanted, but I rejected
tge concept of what had been the original?
I wanted to see someone fill me full
i needed to be full
pregnant with poise
she was all I ever wanted to be and
i glanced at andromeda only to find
the night sky had allure for thousands of
days, contemplating one with you
where did I fit, was it inside chastity without discipline
your whim was enough to punish me
for being different than you
courteroy was soft and green
with a little J king
bur was a queen she had diciplea
I cannot stand another moment alone I am always fighting you for loneliness and holiness and your third eye chakra was aligned with the stars we unveiled the dispensation of the fullness together microwaves and tupperware were all they wanted but I just wanted to feel the force of you driving yo-yo inside of me making me come back to life every time you impregnated me with the next universe that later became my lusting eye wanting what you were so that I could contain the elements and make a play in my mind while I hallucinated being alone so you could surprise me with the connection that never removed my humanity but made me choose between God and man. This is a work of admiration, your hands and the time it took to paint my portrait for the day, put that skirt on my bottom and make pretend that you are building a pyramid. I will guide you into the spaces of my light and let you see the coward making his plot, he will succeed in offering you his hand in marriage but they will contrive the events in a pallor other than the neutral poise you reciprocate with my love
give me your hand and I will not let your mind fret over the things of this world, for I know you long for supple divinity found in philosophy and childbirth you can not take away my appeals I want you in my house doing what I said and you can do whatever you want but please do not paint what you paint it makes me see your fornications they are not your real sexual identities or experiences but rather what you had imagined would have taken place tainted by the strong will of men dressed like women who was more masculine Jimmy would you ever know how they took your pride and made you suffer, the women they knew who you were and they forced you to do what they wanted so they could take or seize control over all your assets they are so grand illusion the great illusion of Pallinurus how spitefully chosen to drive a wedge between the author's works and it's icons? Ralph Waldo Emerson is a play of idiosyncratic ideas about being in the divine will of freedom's life to seize and aspire. I will not destroy the delicate work of your hand it was almost time to emancipate the emotional endurance of your pleasure, we just want to watch you and not even in the flesh but in the spirit. God really made the most delicate one we had ever observed and she was taking turns confounding your lyric with the lyre of India to find a samadhi that would reveal they had seen you before this day Jimmy Aaya, you cannot hide from the altar of truth and missionary love they swept you off of your feet and filled your life with the burdens they struggled the most with. The dichotomy of Timothy and Roseanne Joanne and Melissa, Jessie and Amanda. Where does it end, with the image of clothing defining the proportions of her perfect reciprocity and leaving us wanting a more supple detail of her face, the face we saw looking at us and trying to understand it all with one singular purpose the onulus and all the power to control but none of the ability to exert oneself over creation to be compared to him and relent, I submit. You are the one in control because you do not say anything, you just make the play come to life by stringing the elements on the lines. I am in the right position and to take the full force of your member inside my portal of my mind and it fits neatly inside and does not hurt me to feel the action of birth of a new idea they considered by child and made it real for me by receiving my past as a reflection to what was told by God to me and them we were all aligned to receive the force of this reason and illuminate the dark space it was just space and distance darkness was potential for lumen ATOS a support for ISP and WinSPOC they knew I could keep writing the script but where did it materialize, the maternal where was she was right hwr
