Rudimentary
Change is Graceland when
you're close to the edge.
Future memories, wonderous stories,
our tales of tomorrow, yesterday and
today awaken words on living pages.
10 percent emptiness minus the
realities of life--pauses--serves to
endear one's flight into discarnate
realms periodic of physical death to
prime prisms of Guiding Light.
Poignant captures of succulent end
times by planet Earth preferentials,
reveals our tortoise track to
conscious soulfulness.
Unknowing of any capsoul life
formula for existence, I lean heartily
to penitent painted pasts,
custom framed nowness, astro
travel to great beyonds and acute
awareness's of never befores.
The trip to bountiful.
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