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Deviation!
Manifested Magic
in the flesh of experience
indelibly impressive to the soul.
“All Hail! The bliss of the marvelous reigns!”
for those who have the nose for it.
Look again! suggests The Eyes.
“Who beholds Who?”
Objection!
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Deviation!
Manifested Magic
in the flesh of experience
indelibly impressive to the soul.
“All Hail! The bliss of the marvelous reigns!”
for those who have the nose for it.
Look again! suggests The Eyes.
“Who beholds Who?”
Objection!
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♦
Do you believe in ghosts?
“God is the name by which I designate all things which cross
my path violently and recklessly, all things which alter
my plans and intentions, and change the course of my life,
for better or for worse.”
Photograph by Kirstie Watson
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Is it more worth one’s while
to live a life worth writing about, or
to write about a life that is worth the living?
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Is it more worth one’s while
to act out a scene worth painting, or
to paint a picture that is worth a view or two?
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Is it more worth one’s while
to take the time deemed necessary to dream up a fairy tale, or
to live a life worth earning the good luck it takes
to live out a fairy tale dream?
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Hypothetically speaking, we tend to play with “What if…?” a lot.
It is as if we wish we could get better at guessing.
Try this one on for size, if you will —
Should we live life as if we have
all the time in the world?
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Since when is Time itself in the world?
If Time is not of this world, then neither are we.
Time is immaterial, and yet, we materially belong to It.
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Prima materia has no form, therefore it matters.
Something funny is going on between the times.
If formless existence comes first,
is it not a miracle that we alone give secondary form to reality?
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We are alone, you know, in a sense.
There is only you and me, right now, dear reader.
One of us matters…and one of us does not.
One of us sees, whilst the other informs.
Why should it matter who is who?
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We live on a temporal globe that exists in space.
Dependency is a worldly part of the game.
Our loving, benevolent sun’s existence depends on
our intelligent perceptions.
The nuclear clock tick-talks-tick-talks, not caring if ears can hear.
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Humanity is destined to live elsewhere.
We will navigate and gravitate to another heavenly place.
Our world is transferable,
surely as our souls do transmigrate
to and through all inevitable eventualities.
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Distant messengers sent from afar
messaging the memories of antiquity
streaking hints across the darkened field of play
laying down their final truths
Headlines: Dogma Chases Catastrophic Consequences
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Uncle Tree’s dastardly dilemma for the day consisted of an unwanted guest and a broken down communication device. Deciding not to dwell on the current demands made by the hard-of-hearing, he spent most of the afternoon hours contemplating, or mulling over, several conspicuous and altogether concocted trivial pursuits originating in, and entirely coordinated by the meandering mind of man.