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Independent
For colouring the world contest — connotations on the title word |
you’re a branch with soil flung out to full embrace shaped like irises and little stars a prism of iridescence a mortal fold of nearly perfect quirky mosaic blown and stabilized by fluctuations you have a strong will a string of strong principles adorning your soul you are independent you are independent! You are your own sun it seems God Bless how you glow yet even sun needs the universe; its matter to glow you don’t despise aid you don’t despise dependency you know you are human and that what makes it real flourishing in notes and letters you are frailty and strength you are conformist to non-conformity yet an idyllic in old mores of noble spawn singing you and me it’s nice we are independent beings not independent of each other like harness and steel sword and ink opposites and smmiliarities attached in hips press me gently you and I are both mud and mud is not independent of air water and dust God gave us a carousel of elements drinking of all potencies pure we are independent souls bound to two worlds sleep is a afterlife dream is tomorrow love is a vein-work we washed oceans with foam we live on soft shores leave with tempests afloat ▬ |