Sense of sense…
Hence the blast & the bolt.
When everything is everything and its all at once.
When its dark, do we linger in its pitch?
Do we simmer in the blindness of dark?
Or do we imagine the penetration of daybreak and daylight and remember its beauty.
Morning came, but after followed midnight.
Before it became light again we closed our eyes.
Just when you think you make sense of it all, you at times realise you knew nothing at all.
Blueprints are colourful.
Blank canvas’s are brighter.
Delightful in the pockets of life where sensibility rests on dusty shelves and self prophesy leans to the left.
I remember its better to know less and grip “possibility and discovery” around my wrists and ankles ready to venture into the sahara heat.
Sense?
of
Sense.
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fatfrank said:
that was sexy.
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