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Somewhat highbrow, modern Poetry |
Academus Exhaling the zeitgiest, in precepts and potentials, reason attains euphoria as every third hypothesis is given credence. Affirmed in whisper, touching all bases, awareness alters its trajectory, giving thanks in march, foretelling the arrival of an new iconography. Equidistant to its ethereal counterpart, explained in the wake of the amsterdam experiment, moving from cuneiform to cadenza, from hieroglyph to hologram, introspection recenters, revealing the true influence of the highbrow emotions and filling negative space with the hearth of the Tao Again and always on the metaphysical prowl, lurking between possibility and probability, watching a parade of anonymous faces, anticipating anomalies in the flow of events, answering questions before they're asked, including for one moment all that was supposed to happen. Apropos to the flow of momentum, buttressed by an hour's worth of human nature, synchronicity crosses into phase transition, endearing love to science, elevating the expanded self to boddhichitta while fulfilling the need to be understood. Three days into the fast, scents rise from the exotic undergrowth, premonitions begin, as water in all forms becomes the primary magnet. Intrinsic to its academic hue, carried to fruition amdist a carousel of subconscious orchestrations, balanced on an array of proprioceptive truths, music assumes the role of tathagata, aligning the astral and the autumnal, accruing a rare wisdom, and extolling the merits of a more lucid edification. Liberated from the malaise of the commonplace, objectified in contralto and chorus, truth separates from reality, dispersing with a maze of discordance and uniting activity with tranquility. Counterbalanced on an array of intangibles, drawing power from random occurrence, divided by all that never happened, meaning triumphs value and numbers turn to colors, mimicking the mirthful ambiance of Calcutta, best expresses in the joyful sights and sounds of Diwali. Starboard to renaissance, behooved by random auspicions, buoyant by the weight of a metallic anthem, tradition implodes, releasing an outflow of coefficients, leaving behind a trail of recondite paradigms. Earmarked for concrescence, owing again to the cacao motive, followed always by the universal sign for paradox, consciousness expands and illuminates, interweaving destiny around free will, increasing its saliency, propinquity, and serendipity while sowing the seeds of an american edda. |