life, friction - less fiction narrative diction pertaining to directions in relation to ships sailing under seasides skied by mountained trees freed by birds called to the wild side of seeds sown by blown winds blind to our naked eyes bent by bough branches bowing to these breezes which pleases as it does reasons to season this spiced life frictionless like the first breath bereft of belief systems that stem tides of third eyes aligned to inner truth and its pudding proof. i sooth and see the truth of me reflected, inflections of speech fictionless teach a direction less inclined to impeach the mind but reach up to climb a vine toward lips taking furtive sips of time spans of rivers running serpentine courses of course snaking the sea to shining sights seen under suns set against her-eyes-on the prized apples of eden feeding life’s given blood flooding our veins in ancestral DNA that play their part in beating hearts charting a course upon expanding seas while i’m standing between these stars far apart but part of these galaxies within me which begin and end in me: the science of mind is this seat of my soul, the whole equation sums up the parts of particles accelerated into this accreted matter but minds over grown with religions, superstitions and other fictions contrary to thinking are critically sinking this ship wrecked on the shores of respect for terra forma numero tres suspended in space in a place we call this Milky Way and the way we respond with ability is our responsibility to circumvent this circumspect circumstance that perchance will enhance our understanding of ourselves within this cosmic happenstance.
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