A Pattern Of Method (Secret Messages!)

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A pattern evolves from the bottom up

said method rebounding in abstract views of fate

This love of mine cherished cheeks of cherubs

a steady pulse of life to thrive and to hold

all in lavish extravagant moments awed

near every voyage expose the stars

There is focus, there.

There is a means and an end and an end to the means.

Face forward, fly right, closed eyes and gentle silence.

There, focus is there.

Receding slowly into a warm embrace and thought

her, most importantly

then those and them.

Tomorrow is time unfounded and unrealised.

Who I am I then?