Lucas German Poems

The terrible trouble is that I run free in my mind, where a drifting slumberous thought turns material for a moment and the reality to my perceptions presents me with the fact of you, and I feel the joy.
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I love you, so beautiful and new with eyes that share hue with the clear afternoon blue sky; you are infinitely high, unreachably unimpeachably the apple of my hottest fruit pie.
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An idea forms like fractures in glass; every branch adds to the exponential total until magic blue brain mist rolls off your scalp like the fog of war, obscuring attempts at introspection.
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It is the refracted yawning early morning dawn break as seen through a still squinting eye, weightless silken air streaming round a radiant sky,
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Thank you to the bench on which I sit, for declining to judge and letting me enjoy it. Thank you to the bright spaces for containing so much light, for if I have an eyeball, you're what give me sight.
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When friends meet, is it not common to share a lunch? If on a fair weather day we chance to meet on an outing, to some overlook or formation of natural beauty, would it be so unusual that I, having come to write, and you, having come to read, should resolve to carry about our separate tasks in quiet company? Who could cry afoul such mundane happenstance?
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Good morning in all it's glory, riding as it does with sun streaming down the dew and softly across a curtain plane to helpfully awaken you. Good coffee which maybe tastes of toffee on your tongue once the early birds have sung a tune to greet you with the coming noon. Be well, rise fast, for soon the dawn shall ring it's knell and already have passed.
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Vacuum draws every fluid forth, entering odd elliptical orbits in space for my aqueous humor-less eyes to perceive. The void affords an opportunity to know yourself alone, only while you can last against aggressive emptiness, with it's impassive passion for being filled by pressure-extracted soul gas.
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At an early stage, a machine makes itself; material, exponential and infinitely complex. Though intense it lacks you, just a seat with a view for a discretely separate subset of the system, sentience. As soon as enough brain is built, for no reason but to know it can run, the shout goes out I AM!
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