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7701852 Blessed are those that drown their serendipity in the cold pool of Blacklights, for they will speak the tongue of hammers.

 20024169 Blessed are the wandering sapphires that visit the graves of Beaming paradoxes, for their journey will complete all those that slip into disillusionment.

 465510097 Blessed are those that have lost their Beatitude, for they will awaken in the house of catharsis.

894413530 Blessed are the ones who have no awareness of the Before time, for their unraveling will collect dew in the night.  

960021117 Blessed are those that stare into the amygdala’s blinding Beacons, for they will hear the cries of their own weakness before it is too late.

974412506 Blessed are the ones that succumb to the Beckoning of galvanized horoscopes, for their oppression will conform to the mysterious.

697214028 Blessed are the Argonauts who have forgotten the sound of Bells while lost in the maze of wisteria, for their time will soon be cleansed.  

2000000063 Blessed are the masters who have stretched themselves into the Beyond world, for their artifice will fall to the ground like the leaves of Autumn.

7749885126 Blessed are those who are Barred from intelligence, for they will thrive on selfless insurrection.

8851234067 Blessed are the ones that are Burning, for they will be reduced to ash.

9099624247 Blessed are those that talk to Bees, for they will always know what to say.   

Wǒ tài ài nǐle

bring into my mind the sky
open minds exist to listen
windows open to restore breath
hush, let our hearts play.

May may matter

A warning to the latecomer, every corridor leads into immediate danger. From this point on consequence is certain, which is why we must become whole people. Each branching artery of a single choice carries forth a shift in the rays of time. Delinquent saviors racing to begin again, in this new light, awakening their presence into bold isolation. Like guardian clocks that stare out over empty rooms, having no knowledge of sleep. Splitting this dark road is the place of crossing, where signals from the depths of the mind walk alert and alive in the deep of the night. On four legs, with horns and luminous eyes that breathe an elegance that can only be born from absolute silence. These thoughts evolve to survive, transforming lungs into gills, feet into fins, smoke into fire, and love into words. Apparitions of the moment seek the sovereign center, guided by the stars that transmit our search for each other. On opposite ends of this wasted spectrum, leaning further over the edge to catch a glimpse of an endless cycle, surfacing from the water to instill legends. The monstrous Ouroboros that consumes only the parts of itself that mingle with the eternal. Standing in the unmistakable presence of your final decision, you are alone. So do what is best for us, so that when the heat of summer buries the past with its alchemy, our livings thoughts will wear many faces. Diamonds cut by diamonds, in order to transmit clarity. The rays of clarity that radiate out from the center, were we find ourselves searching for each other.