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Mood Swing #6 : Resonance

"the power of imagination makes us infinite" �
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John Muir �
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its gestation was noticed �
not necessarily in the very beginning �
but as time created movements �
a field of enigmatic proportions �
entered into this [p]lane of existence �
enhancing magnetically charged particles �
drawing unto its radius �
two distinct realms of experience �
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perhaps it was an experiment of sorts �
a collusion of some faraway gods �
conspiring out of amusement � �
or just sheer wonderment �
to poke and prod alchemical essences �
of latent human nature �
stirring alluring possibilities into � �
condensed moments of love �
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seismic sensations manifest � �
as nocturnal aches in chest cavities �
fracturing cores...pouring �
a waterfall of sentiments into chasms � �
allowing one to see emotion in vivid color �
hear in between the depth of meanings �
feel the conviction of one's choice �
its weight bearing upon the sub-conscious �
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perhaps the vision of Janus can �
reconcile such torrents as �
they magnify within the parameters of the soul �
or maybe that is the wishful thinking �
of restless juveniles �
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as words lean towards the latter �
it matters not the spill of consequences �
it never did �
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first contact � �
was only a staged confirmation �
an act of remembrance.. �
a continuance of a long forgotten dance �
between the bold and the beautiful �
a confrontation of gambling spirits using � �
unsuspecting bodies as vessels �
placing dares between heavens and hells �
rolling cosmic dices within � �
entwinements of the double helix structure.. �
fluid in motion..riding the rhythmless vibes of � �
chance in hopes of giving birth �
to a new chain of expressionism as �
a single burst of spontaneity � �
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imagine the rising sign of such a force �
peeking just beyond the horizon �
born never to be cradled �
an entity sovereign unto itself �
imagine the leisurely � �
strolls into epiphany's wilderness � �
marking the endless paths of �
holographic footprints into know-where as
realization yields its very first truth: �
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the journey is the destination �
when questing the infinite �