~The Jester of Dreams and I meet at the corner of serendipity and synchronicity street. we chat away the Planck time. The frank minded still blinded by the truth in everything the aloof need proof for everything unconvincing involuntary flinching at axioms acrid flavor. Altruism never savored just wolfed down and thrown up.
~The Instigator becomes passive aggressive but easier to control.
~The dove may be on vacation for there is no need to soothe the fearless no apprehension to assuage. No intervention to be implemented. The dove can come and go as she pleases. Go where ever she is needed most. We are good like that.
~The Guardian of my Dreams goes to bed hungry again. Poor S.O.B. Had free trips on the gravy train all this time. A VIP pass to my soul. All revoked, all suspended indefinitely.
When any degree of spiritual independence is gained. Passion is personified. I'm not talking about anything as trivial as (romance novelist out there I mean no offense) as the passion between a man and a woman.
I'm talking about Zest and Zeal. Arrest and reveal. Invest and appeal. Digress and divulge
depress and unfold. Like an Origami Swami.
The Anonymous Prophet now treads The Infinite Narrow and leaves a trail to follow.
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