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Future

I look forward and see in the uncertain, perhaps not inevitable time to come, a wide spanning period of sun; sparkling on those distant mornings, renewing life, causing one to breathe and to ponder the absence of time. Time being that vexing dragon that chips at spirit, that muffles mirth, suffocates and buries it. With that gone, all that's left is air. Soothing, shining.
These days might be the opposite of a puzzle, might frown upon riddles and tricks. They may quench the thirst for self-destruction. They may build a better bond with what is joy, with what is sound reason, pure and tangible. They may suffer the company of truly fanciful attempts to deny doubt its slivery grasp. And one may find a letter is a reason to rip wrong from its phantom prey. Yes, this day my view can picture, and humbly, I peer upon the present and clear my sights for some such time as this.

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reflection cam torrid fuel finding forest forge kimpt preterance drug
leav light laugh favor fortune wisdom
wack wander tired feeling
frustration fight tough wake of trial
adopted stiff wagon trial sadness offer
wake wuff camp-cump soggy suct
sink sup spock spin spate slap scic
sord suf stit stint spot scaver speak
smye sraddut sorvafen sping sceepe
scidoltung misginduns spec spot smat smock
smin smoen smackker smangt smeeck
smantht grod rudel rockf rint ronk
rodge merm kint cort cutct toalt
samef tsarst

The Gift of the Palm

wonderfully twisted inside the orchard’s oak, was a palm leaf and a forgiving glistening draught for the lonely-hearted being. fast in its rings and sap, it circled the autotrophic haven, the glowing cells relieved by its undulating wisdom. so to it from without spoke a being who’d lost his loved one, sang a song of flowing after as it pondered on the grave. "sing to me, my longing, for forever I am wishing to be part of never knowing how I came to be so sad. bring to me my loved one and forever I will fondle what the grace that is inside me told me just belongs to be."
quiet it repeated that its soul was sold to sorrow and could not today remember how the fragrant one should seem. so its lips were slightly parted and it cradled in the center the most stinging want of passion that may never cease to be. when inside the tall oak tower the bright leaf of palm was praying for the being that wanted passion to become a tree as well. for the sign of dawn was sinking in the lowly fated flower and the time of its mean mourning had approached its bitter end. so the slowly fainting palm leaf did retrieve its Father’s knowing and returned unto that lone one the most sacred gift of all. unto the broken-hearted he did grant a gentle favor sadly knew that it meant parting from its presence for a while. and the lonely hearted being did receive that dew-moist flower and believed it could return now to its place among the trees, but because it had lacked vision and requested such a favor it could never be remembered that the frozen one had come, and into its spirit’s chamber was a darkened chill reflected which prevented it from being as a lamp among the trees.