Magical and miraculous in equally beautiful measurement, these are the days of thunderous and rapturous rounds-of-paused(actually.) a-p-p-l-a-u-s-e: they’ve even hidden in plain-view-of-sight whilst their “naughty-neighbours” do INFACT…
turn a colder-than-thou-shoulder and vehemently ENTHUSE themselves to violate
Everything which we have come to learn ‘til now: eAgErmInDeD and awfully(.) self-AwArE people
If even a BIG(!) bit of a selfish-Thing.
And, Yet, that is actuALLy UTTERLYALLOKAY(!) because…
3) Deep mothereffing breath now, please… … but noBODY knows a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g and that’s been the way of magnifiCENT wonder-and-aWe and all other kinds of anticipated anxiety,
and EVEN-THOUGH ITS ALL-OF-IT BEEN… a long and spontaneoUS WASTE of our Precious-TimE-
“They w-i-l-l stILL(!!) do it… TiMe again(!)… these other peripheral people of purely pragmatic-thinking, while our ‘complete’ and Calmified, calcuLATEd brains suddenly —-
Bravely, maybe even(!?) turn these wide-awake wonderings and detectably fAlSe well-wishing’s upon their nasty-little-BIG-heads again –
As we w-a-t-c-h them s-c-r-a-t-c-h and scatter their own minds and
D
I
E(!!!) a little deeper inside..
Of utter delight, actually(…) because this slap-in-the-face sense of sentient silence(!) has been
A looooooong-time coming, “as she sits right here, there, ever-w-h-e-r-e, ACTuALLy(?!) – and immediately acting comfortably incomplete.”
Exactly the way. It was meant to be – stiflingly meticulous and sweet-mother-of-CHRIST On-A-Backward-Standing-Bicycle beautifully broken
