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Winter’s ‘cicles held aloft by slowest rain, jaggedly tickle the lower sky, hungry upturned snouts, fuzzy backsides, squeal of the light, delight scattered through evergreen branches like grain through an electric fence, static yet not without motion, squinting through snowflakes
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Sensibly the sun rises in the middle distance, alchemical mirrors transmute golden photons into leaden electrons, consciousness drips into cups, still steaming
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Simmering sugary mists and fast-burning flames, awake, awaiting, a syrupy fog rises, leaving ever sweeter potions as the day’s gallons boil down to spoonfuls
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Societal decomposers recollect organic particles, liberating biomass from petro-plastic prisons, perfectly palatable post-non-consumed packaged processed products politely provided to patient pigs and poultry, the cacophony of critters coalesces into concordant consumption, before breakfast, the sacred rite of slop is observed
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Fractal pillars hold up a ceiling of infinite stars, persian rugs of moss, sparkling statues of mica, camped out in a cathedral
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Streaming ribbons of phosphorescent bubble-gum-pink liquid fire, the blood that sloshes through steel veins, fueling a 26-ton yellow dragon of earth-shattering fury
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Beauty in disturbance, reorganization, aggradation, succession, the brightside of a chainsaw, gaps, glades, and golden sunlight
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Awakening, a misty dawn shrouds the day ahead with translucent purity, limbs of familiar friends materialize as ghostly silhouettes, vessels dripping with dew
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Sweet like how the night sounds, fluttering moth wings, rustling leaves, distant echoes of dulcimer music, sweet like how the sky looks, a glowing halo around the moon, shimmering stars sending shivers down my spine, sweet like the dawn’s first ray of golden sunlight, piercing the monochrome shadows blanketing the woods and infusing the world with vivid living color, sweet like the bee’s knees, like pollinating arcadian imagery, like yoga in the dappled shade on a warm and windy day
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A cloudless atmosphere, pale blue sky refracts the sizzling midmorning sun, local brightness obscuring distant heavens, warm air plays a rising melody
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Sleepwalkers rising from matutinal marshlands to ride the rivers of vernal velocity flowing into estival estuaries of ecstasy
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The sky is covered in an inside-out blanket, the earth a patchwork quilt of greens and browns, lining beds with stone pillows, daydreaming of a nap
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Tightly wound fractal strings of information, firefly light show extinguished by precipitation, cosmic ambiance radiantly reflected in microbiological geometry
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The dragon rests at the edge of the woods, savoring its first taste of maple, hemlock, birch, pine, oak, and ash
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Visions of a multidimensional space destined to manifest in stone, wood, and earth, occupy, observe, obsess, following the slope, channeling the flow, concentric arcs of my uphill patio, mansion of outdoor rooms, branching spiraling paths amid polyculture patches, trees, shrubs, herbs, climbers, and their best companion matches, a soft flat meadow for yoga, and a quiet meditation nook or ten, to feel with mind and soul and body, the presence that is zen
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Weaving among piles of boulders, exposed roots, and fallen trees, the freshly upturned earth giving way slightly below my feet, in the once and future woods
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The slow dance of succession, growing green bandages over old wounds
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It’s raining syllables, pouring consonants, cascading communications, an avalanche of articulation, invocations, intonations, and evanescent explications, crystallizing concepts, delineating designs, and immortalizing emotions
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Infinite humidity, swimming through dreams, the crash of non-differentiable waves, falling out of clouds of probability and soaking into neuro-fungal nets
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Arboreal access and arcane arithmetic accelerates arhythmic pitter patter patterns of precipitating particles against my plastic patchwork palace
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Gaps and clearings in the clouds, holes in the fabric of the sky, the brightness of heaven shines through
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Tiny photosynthetic beings with a strong sense of place, rest their petals upon their leaves, folding their heads in meditation, wistful restern west slipping into slumber
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Hands in the dirt, sun in our eyes
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Arachnid allies materialize majestically, weaving whimsically practical patterns of fractally factual actual webs, spectacular silky spirals specifically
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Leaves the color of fire, nature’s reminder, first frosty whisper of winter urges haste, warns of daylight’s waste, seasons unsympathetic towards the unprepared
Earth Above Heaven 