Fruition Of Intellect Comments

Silence calling to the wilderness hiding within me, penetrating beauty, flowing carefully inside without stopping.
Signals sending information in the air, being born again through a religious experience.
Settling into a remorseful concept, respecting it's presence, even though it's coaching me in grief's lifetime habits.
Wallowing soundly in a semi-circle, enjoining grey matter as it focuses entirely on what is being seen in desert skies.
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