When you speak intuitively past the guise of your listener, that's when boughs bend and characters break. Every petty speck of pilfered intent falls seamlessly at your feet. Little pieces of soul. Little pieces are we.
Author's Notes/Comments:
The secret to joy is disobediance. - A. Crowley Damn that wretched man and his ideas... Suppose it was inevitable.
For his creation, his ideas to be adopted and fostered. Heres mud in your eye...
Very Clever
"Every petty speck of pilfered intent "
Very clever, indeed....sounds magical as spoken words....
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Every Joyful Moment
bent boughs and broken characters... "pilfered intent" is chuckle worthy. Beyond the guise is where poets live. Well said - Stella -