Moving through the ashes of many, where few have stumbled and greatness is silent. Follow the river, winding and free, forever drinking of its nectar.
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Places face my grief allowing me to see…
Go on; carry me forward to the abundant oasis.
Copulating thoughts of and forever tasting the salty sweat moon.
Many have come; few have entered the surrounding nature of life.
Multiplied interactions spawn deceit, interlocking membranes facilitate the mind of continues movement.
Universal understanding, with interstellar gestures…exploration of both.
Bursting quiet, oblivious to everyone around, being drained for any near future escalated postures.
Delusional grandeur brings emptiness.