Listening to sounds of isoteric altitude, watching the
silence of existence inhale and exhale life to an in-
finite degree.
Applauding wisdom of human nature as it manufactures and
creates itself throughout daily tasks, modifying circum-
ferences with elasticity and tension.
Causing volumes of eruption to spill out onto concrete
brain waves, fulfilling adaptations of natural and innate
desire as easily as picking a rose from it's place in the
garden.
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