flowering buds of closed eyes

where do i walk in this darkness time abandoned bastards of man the creation of existence loving the unwanted company in the eve of destiny flowers bloom and voices are heard for there is no greater now then time itself in the reality we have made for ourselves this loving rock that protects us in the vastness of everything blowing from the stem of life we are cradled in the hands of certainty let the foundation of self realization be birthed into our reality

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Holy run on sentence! Man, that is one LONG sentence.

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i love your poetic out pour of a philosophical insight so astute