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Striving to find that divine fire that makes everything brighter to my sight inspiring some desire for things to be wired and energized with like requirements of sixth sense my two cents tossed with negligence I’ve automatic blends of balanced trembling remembered endings of less dense pertinence in a permanence of present tense… trying to be kind with love eyes shining inward and outward and striving to rise above destructively run emotions my family owns a generation of poets unknown with words forming fractal and swarming rhythmically stricken into messages said in eleven levels of parallel realms dwelling in multi selves touching the well where all connects and reflexively steps beyond deft methods, adept forensics of mysteries distal to some reality that you breathe ripping seams as they seem revealing dreams