Process. There is no other way.
Seems like so many Hellish gambits.
There is, nevertheless, great beauty,
in the permutations of Love.
Calling Alice, Come in, Alice.
Because you always were fractured,
Now prismatic and self-luminescing.
Starting one the yellow brick road means following the yellow brick road. At least to the crossroad.
How blind I've been to my own nature. Particularly in the retrograde stage.
In gratitude for what has been already proffered.
Also, Emerging. Shakti emanation.
Bad Fortune Throw off a tall building.
Sunshine, In.
To Absence. The only explanation.
Is that it isn't wrong. Perhaps the only real right. Everything in context.
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