Them Is Us Is Them
Late summers nature chorus
fire pit rages our Spirited emotions
from sundown's silky stillness,
to midnights moonlight yawn,
luscious l4yer cake peace
that fates my heart.
Soft silky skylights
form a post present fever forever
light calming-- all seeking
sentients pause not to labor,
in selfish dead past thoughts, but traverse
freeform fallacies by non equative future presents.
let bygones be gonebys in unconditional oneness,
If we are bliss, then bliss is us and bliss is unbliss us.
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