from Figure Detached, Figure Impermanent

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Mad for all your dead things – did you forget it couldbe otherwise? Try to measure problems against a speechless wonder, safelyobserving the transition between desire and sadness as virtue advances day byday. Draw it out so I can hold it, keep it, have it for a while – not behad by it.

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Many things concealed and revealed, turning in towards land,moving a few paces down the shore, then turning out again. You ought to find astation to grasp a husk of staged clarity, a transitional perspective. Aconfederation of component segments tears-in at one point, paraphrasing whatyou felt through individual figurative detachment.

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Watching for dawn’s call to care – nowhere to go,nothing to do. Weighing the substance of hope, the returning cranes were heardthrough the clouds. An opening into experience draws outward fire in a term ofwarring ends. Singular in each particular, this double garment changes yourdisposition, makes the flickering present still your will. Done in me.

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Striving for display, thronging to indulgences, people leavetheir protector behind. Sadness that we do not expressourselves. Address the being trapped inside by acquiring knowledgeurgently: no need to recollect an interrupted concept. Imprinted parts turnforce enclose surround innocence trust. Meet the wild son in a continuum offree dissociation; tune our hand in form, if only.

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It has been entirely a thought as of prayer. Hidden in thesubtle self, to receive the punishment you forget about survival for a moment.I thought into the impervious slant of your joy. If we are alive: instigate thebeauty. On the edge between change and choice the little phrase might be allthat remains.

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The greater the measure of virtue, the more the fungusattaches to the base of the bowl in the mind. Two fish weigh the task of care– clear and unctuous – beneath the winter flowering plum, beneaththe crazed glaze. The heart overflows the gilded rim.