dr_con Posted July 21, 2013 Share Posted July 21, 2013 Under the Influence It’s always tomorrow the familial guards of the Beloved It’s always yesterday the jealous suitors standing in the way And yet the finches flit among the rose hips the neighbor washes the car the green blades amid summer’s yellow and brown the clink of ice in a tall glass and of course without a doubt the climate of clouds against our buttress between vacuum and this long held breath Whisper Right Here Right Now The Beloved awaits the last place you thought to look All around absolute ecstasy Exhale this long moment of eternal embrace. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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