It’s crazy to say the thought that it was a thought or knowing.

Then realizing covertly, the image – is all that was selected to be chosen to experience.

Radiance in the form of a white aura attracts a vampiric lust for taste.

Spiritually yearning, the sun kissed combustion from a threading of mystique climbing upward from the feet’s sole and intertwining around the skulls crown.

Unintentionally rejecting the innate flowing core that heats the evolution’s revolution day-by-day

And still, succinctly eluding its lunar softness.

Switch pitching play books that did not age well with time.

Loudly, and boldly, taking joy in never making the playoffs.

Challenged within the minds stored scuttle refusing the gravitational pull.

To be continued…

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