I drive without license. driven.
She comes in rattle. Serpentine.
Traces. seeing them in the old-
old world. The life that comes
through is so many-formed. The
chain rises to rungs higher. The
true scientist does this. In isolation,
and self-proved. Tradition not
your anchor but your clarity only.
The really open sentence. brimmed
to the limit of ambiguity. Mystics
will tell a tale that doesn't fit
the constraints of the linear. doesn't fit....
anything, really. She
is exactly this. Every form overcome.
Forever swirling. shifting. un-re-making.
Explosion or expansion. To see is
to unfocus to the myriad.
truly tis tale told idiot-wise
except to wisdom. Verily.
Born of the spirit. Marvel.
Banish the soul that troubles,
Alma, rest a bit. Respite from
my person.
Don't tether your growth.
It depends upon your
will, what it would. Here upon
many waters this is cast. touching
me touching you. Dancing in the
fire. Sleep. To dream. I reach.
When I think myself eccentric,
it's ironically. Relax. Letting go
is hard work. But the truth of will
is ease. Fiat. Go lightly, winter flower.
Yes you scintilla burn don't you?
Rest with smile like a satyr-nap,
let flame rest in coals anight to
rise amorn, icarian. All glimpses
slip and slip view to view.
This fear of being seen is strange.
mind the whiplash wit. mind it.
invoke the Maria divine light.
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