recognize a timeless time, that should not be respected, which alternately unites and divides us. For he anchored both on this side of the ocean. In the same physical space.
not fear disclosure. But the memory that puts everything in its place because nothing I can do with it, rather than observe. Impotence is the rule of tied hands. Inactivity terrifies me. Manifested in this special way of timelessness we ever fathom.
But their embrace is as symbolic as yours, for money and you're not behind me or to the sides, nor will there be support to rest images. That's where my knowledge is not enough. My human side demands your presence.
therefore questionable with disappointment given the premise that is true inexorable. It is here and that is clear. But my understanding is limited. Rebels. Matter clings to believe for sure it is not.
need your shelter. But do not arrive.
Then there are only ...
Your cunning, my naivete.
my strength, your weakness. April
Lech @
(Republication of an ancient writing. For the pleasure of rereading)
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