Abounding opportunities fly into the wake of tomorrow's dreams, giving us thoughts as we proceed through intellectual desires, giving up emotional trials for the time being.
Situating everything in neat and orderly stacks of ideas, taking time to intercept patterns and create formulas by which to live by.
Annointing blessed visions with water from above, touching peaceful thoughts, expanding them beyond normal limits and behaviors.
Exhilarating movements portraying the beauty of nature in absolute positions of inner beauty.
Solid walls of granite rising, taking me inside their heaviness, protecting and guiding me from human experiences into outer pictures of an adjacent universe, given through talent by God's own hands.
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