Settling into copses of wanting,
desiring an epidemic of beautific auras.
Hoping to become an entity in an earthly
plan for being open to everything good
and wholesome.
Likewise, thinking thoughts of wonder,
bewildered by mysterious inquisitions of
enamored need.
Sometimes, afraid to move into forward
facing thoughts held in place by yesterdays'
images in quiet memories.
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