Full Circle

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Voluminous  Containment, A Luminous Goo
Inflated Vortex of Joy, Love and Hope

 Floating, Floating

 Infantile & Childlike
 Your Purpose Greater Than Prose
 Illuminating Simplicity
Contradictory Imaginary Transcendence
Continuous Levitation An Unending Transgression

The Pressure Is Heavier and Thicker

Floating, Floating

.....Then....
              
Compression
Compression
5, 4, 3, 2,1

 A  Torrent of Fragmentized Iridescence
The Glitter of a Unicorn Sneeze

 ....And The Emotional Absolution of Fantasia....

 ...You Rise Up As a Phoenix...

 -Hell Bent Determination-
It Is the Crude Determination of a Calloused Randy Hand, Intent of Silken Seduction
It Has Been Life...

 ....The Prelude of Being
The Transcendence of Light
Introspection of The Mind

....The Ascending Self.....

....The Abundance of Knowledge....

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