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Divine Musings

In the most unusual manic-panic creep,
wildly lurking behind every corner, the Shadow was about to uncover some ungraspable but still always desired secrets or ideas.

A fantasy,
� � � � � � � � � � � �a darker shade of fantasy:
� � � � � �a fun fetish!

Or perhaps,
� � � � � �Could it simply be foolish fanciful notions?
This fully torqued delusion could be a haunting mirage-a make believe vintage slogan ghost from the generations passed.

That worn out, over-sold �American Dream.�
That life. THE LIFE:
-free from the routine confusion and daily disorder-
Dreamed by all but known only by those who dream of other more sophisticated things.

Silenced and still flailing at trying to grasp the point,
Or any and all major traffic signs;
The Shadow returned all the acquired mixed-matched information so very slowly�

I remember this because it was an Autumn night,
Leaves were falling and the trees were white with the Moonlight.
The air was cool-briskly overflowing with mystery and excitement,
unforgettably changing the mellow quiet in all the bright of the lights.

Suddenly there was new bustle among the stars as the speed of light left a stirring in the darkness.
-a secret above trees carried on the wings of wind-

This covert paradox of milky way wonder,
Only experienced when he kissed this girl-was the most vivid spectacle of unutterable visions never mentioned,
but still loudly exuding a slinky lust for all to see.

This was an intimate soul cleansing need:
A sensual physical miracle,
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap overdosing religious experience with every swelling orgasm!

I explore this theory as divine musings of the Creator-My Creator.
These are the ideas of any other brave soul deciding to capture their immortality
Trapped in the essence found in fleeting moment.
And at one point in time,
These sacred thoughts belongs to God.