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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The silence can seem cold and detached, like a balloon or bubble in space. An Avatar with no face. But also can be warm and safe, attached, if you are impending intently your confidence in expecting wisdom, grace. Because you can be instructed. You can be reformed and formed again. But is it the calm before the storm? The aligning before the dividing, for an Armageddon. Haven't you all been warned? What is to come. What has been released for its season to be airborne. Circling directional winds in your media go round-rooms of advert admin, AdMen. KY a healing balm of direlect dialect masokist-palm, I dream of, Djin e/bin hellogram. Sting yourself, in from fires surround Town mounts, Sun Tzu-interns of hatred's pathogen of Abaddon's nadirNado dervishes of stooge N.O.W. playing at megaphone2, SoundCloud of Leviathan Tidal signatures turned blue. Bodycounts, tik tok views, news, pandelodeon dGorno bentai tentacled cartoons, escape rooms with features of Blue Lagoon. The Moon indeed thinks it is perma-stationed in Scorpio. Aspected by Pluto and Mars- conjunct American Psycho, CSI, surgical- squares, transitionals Saturn mapping, tapping pixels at CERN, squared to everybody else, especially Family Matters and all the Moore'n to mourn. The Moon in the Eighth House, binary twin at the door to reboot. Nowhere to hide no place to run. Dare I say it. The Age of Aquarius, an epic fail, a replacement Theology, as sirens wail from. Who's buying what their peace sells, sails on. ~ I thought that they were angels But to my surprise We climbed aboard their starship... ~ Styx
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