Songs of Suppression

Celebratory stories of devotion to depression are told not only in absence of light, hiding, but also in excess of dark, fearing. And yet we share an even less spoken silence blanching out in too many minor key inferior choices, quieter voiceless chaos. Songs of suppression and repression sing not only in not enough major bionic scales but also in too many minor key interior choices. Cosmic darkness issues, and tragic minor critical voices hold, and occasionally tell, an already worn-through tale of woes longing to belong together. Depression as also suppression about feeling repression of healthier atmosphere, gasping for stale dry air too still and stagnant for relationship to even apply, much less Golden Rules and Ratios Hopelessly going nowhere unless perhaps more paranoid about losing now and even more sacred Great Loss later Repression seen and felt through time's abysmal shortness, stifling failure of love. So, our antitheses are sublimation and healthy compassion felt like warm harmonic breezes Nature inviting us to eat and drink and breathe of Earth's quieter beauties of JustRight, Enough, SacredlySufficient for Now and Here. Blowing flowing graces become sea and seasoning winds of ocean spring across Ego's smiling face awesome Spring's light swirling rains Promising richer and deeper Autumn breezing spiraling harvests. DePressed Ego to RePressed Eco, leaves toward compost.