Confusing Fusions

What's my point? I often ask too seldom Where's my circle? Good days are right as bad feel wrong dark night And what's our peak communication point? Where were we when I last remembered? you Here me Now positively co-invested relationship bilaterally unnumbered Light shines in cooperative circles I quickly exclaim with delight too seldom more forgetfully relents my dark descends Past points not worthy of epic warm melodies yet unworthy of cryptic cold antitheses Of tipping points to purge Yang divisive causes against resiliently brilliant Yintegral effects unbounded round Unstuck spiraling in-between celebrating cooperative approaching peak comedies avoiding trauma speaking narratives, decelerating uncompelling disappointing unpointed tragedies, disjointed lack of co-relational sense desecrating reproductive round continuous romance, encircling warm lights empowering eager tipping points Repeat again, What's my point? I often say too seldom Where's our highest and widest and deepest unconditionally warm circle? Why do knowledge and information always have at least one unquestioned point? While wisdom unfolds in muse mysterious warm and win/win welcoming round wombed circles of integrity's most sacred deepest sensory healthy wealth potential.