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Message Subject The Nature of Daylight
Poster Handle Anonymous Coward
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Lust, you have to love it, how it surpasses love every time, it’s the almost...
Just about...
If I just step off...
Virtual ability to take a fragile web on the wind and fly with it. Hooked by a wisp of wind, up to a high stratum cloud, just taking in the view, breath taking,,,,, hand the oxygen quick quick, before some one passes out.

There are skywalkers up there, dressed in blue robes and incandescent effervescent body lotion. They wear after rain perfume, they are the aristocrats, they teach music and dance. They entertain, and call the shots equal, they don’t see decaying smiles, they see slackened muscles and shot nerve endings, nothing a good night of star skipping and sounding off the beat, wind surfing and fire twirling couldn’t fix.

They mouth rinse in mead and almond liquor, finished off with ginger and cloves. How their attire just fits, gracious soft and flowing, waves of dazzling light absorbing and light refracting sateen like gossamer like mists. They are shadows.

They get so busy rejoicing in that void they don’t see beyond their own light show, drowning in melodious hypnotism. What do they need with water? They are pure atomic energy, they might lose their speed, get all caught up and conducted, they don’t need a conductor. They are the perfect symphony, they can shoot straight though the earth’s core, they don’t find it solid at all.

They are the fairies, the ghouls, the cherubs, Pegasus. They are gods and goddesses, they answer to no one, they just are, because some people still believe them into the ether, so they just are. They dance with our dreams, and place flowers in our hair and take our hand like peter pan and teach us to soar,,,,, If we don’t beg,,,,, if we sit quiet, of them we listen to carefully.

They helped design the atom, and the snowflake, and the rainbow, and the clearest crystal, they pressured coal till it became diamonds, because they like permanence.
Mostly their work goes unthanked…. They are but our imagination, and we could let them die,
not knowing what we had,, with doubt alone.

:siteless


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