> Here's the sun of another day // Here's no small matter // Ringing chords of celestial machinery // Flying solo on coffee jazz // we make our decisions based on all data // available, to us, at a particular point along the timeline // the pain of teeth, approach of death, onslaught of romance // all finger their strings // producing such individual melodies // tossed into the soup of life //
> Here's a blue background of singing, winged messengers // Here's a gray canvas of imminent solar flares // licking skyscrapers, amusement park roller coasters, transmission towers @ the top of the top... On the pinnacle of the apex... of the highest & holiest mountain ever grafted... Into the contour of this: Terra Firma amriF arreT //
> Tomorrow will be another day // More strange & unique // than its' predessors could dare lay claim // Hopefully // it will afford you & i to love, love, love one another // until time's refusal to move // or light refuses to shine ~
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