Moving onwards, through a mixture of fluid encapsulations.
A tincture of water and bliss.
New silent masses await the birth of the new ritual.
In the meanwhile, a glance at certainty pauses and reconciles it’s divisions amongst individuals who belong.
A circumference of fruition, and the worthwile meanderings of a knight.
In the distance, a new letter of form in a visual language emerges.
A beacon of light in the mediocre ways of banality which surrond many.
A fruit sandwich of roma tomatoes and a new energy letter from the cosmos.
Eventually, the language erodes as it rectifies a certain cult in the forest.
A surfing distance maker unfolds in a sordid affair unbeknownst to a separation vortex.
A gunner rewrites his system of symmetrical form for the masses, and thus unfolding a smitten mass energy and awakening.
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