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Aided by the wind, entities take flight like prismatic colors- talismanning chanced direction "of watering misfit eye", looking for a new place to touchdown and paint by and by of sylvan symbiote's in magic-detection-anecdote-dissemination scapegoat, where musical prisms of interchangeability nodes vacancy, a puzzle-slot to fit in heir apparently, a wood wind instrumental transplant behind the auric voice of a new song to note of a new experience heightened and longed- of choiric beauty, continuity of conducting hand, a dipthong of love's conducive sweat gland dipped in the batter of morphic sand, wheeled on a gypsy trail of caravan, opused overland. As hues of surreptitious sunset, dance at timberline as Families romance a Barbecue in tabaret of din, and saute' their litigious dues, filament associations carom back in a return for their gathering of imbue. As the groves stand back to back tall, find evergreen future under growth, over the sodden hills they go. Having witnessed the plan, from on high, constellations in the surly shadows later reconciled by the starlight's armada-blessed as figurehead with a magical rack, of tiering alass by the timber we sliver, me 'pollied shamed yer shiver! O the trade of shavings gathered for to quiver, martyrs of carved vehicle delivered. In the post-natal of the moonlight sonata, named in a ephemeral beauty that contributes duly and belongs to the taxed annuity bond of communed continuity. While the ghosted meridian of slot-magiced dusk hears the whispers of day- gossip to the night, passing on the situation where dreams and reality collide, in the silence, where secrets hide and confessions discression confides. Day rolls it's eye and Night peaks its whites from the black, behind the back of the darkside, masks its ears behind the crickets and 'phibians and out and out outliers, cat'o' nines, drawn, cats- logs and opines, alot of nosiness by feelines. Better look into that, agent, see, situation, got my eye on you, kitty, and I see you under the picnic table cueing the dog for doing a run on orphaned plates and sacrificial disteaction. In every stillness that hears a cry, pierces the veil where aid lingers a refrain and yearns to fly- on the baronial echoes of jaded dream, a heavy cross, blurred aim from overTweened highrule, the tears of determination beguiled in a dewy awe-shuck, sights go auto-pilot-of aortic arrows thunderstrucked in reaching out to the distance, in hope's persistence, falling just where they lay, with divine assistance-precisioned-amok. Among the stars that light the sky, Finds the truth that never dies, a choice to be kin, friend and family, a window open to parlay an orphan breeze in. In the stillness, hear the cry, of a soul to a soul learning to fly, yearns for connection, soars and plants roots like a seed teared from the reverential sky.