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  • I'm telling myself


         
        Broken coconut squeaking milk on the sand; softly embraces the cool lover! The contemplative looks into distant waves like shards of memory! The deserted shores are waking up. The undulating chapters of tadpoles are starting to breathe! These intricate beings flow and return according to their completed plan! There are still thousands of image-memories floating in our brains, the memory full of flowing motion of thought; distant ideas can fade into glittering gems, but more importantly hand in hand - the romance of sunsets!
         
        He easily slams into the lust-shirt of loves, but isn’t the sincerity of Loyalty a sackcloth ?! We mutter the exaggerated Word of Confession in front of ourselves, while we hide the circle symbols of Love in the sand and let the cultivated Order disintegrate into ourselves! His shimmering wide model of the Universes will happily lick our bodies, in which the Spirit can still be a free prisoner, surrendering himself to thinking depths!
         
        I would flee to the outcast captivity of hugging arms; there would be a door and a tunnel and a rescue line at the same time - and you have to survive with clenched teeth! Ominous game today is the uncertain Future! Death picks up heads rolling on endless rails when it strikes! - We have whispered to our speaking shells our most precious secrets: take note of the realm of Poseidon, when the heart of Being eternal may already be boiled into one in the Universe; immersed in each other! Immersed, we discover ourselves with the immortality of every moment!
         
        World-deafening proud Silence can no longer bother us! Although it is impossible to make a living, blowing slices can only be understood and listened to through a shower of pounding petals! In the balmy touch of swan hands, we forget the Wonder we deserve.

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