Art is my essence. Art is my opium. Cannot
deny coveted alluring caress... yet live.
Heart beats artistic vigorously fervour
only in moments bequeathing ardour.
Passions inflaming youth stirred white hot
stimulus catalyst never abated fled sated not yet
mind merge feeling intense weeping billions
planet wide weeps life cognizant quivering wounds
minimal wage slaves belatedly bled quivering bled.
Eternal Imagination Task Mistress In A World
Of Unlike Souls Signals Damaging Distress.
Alluring art is biodiversity life mind souls integrated
ecosystems living breathing beautified perpetual life.
Perceive world changing, enlightening Jesus, Mahatma Gandhi breaths.
Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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