Sometimes I dream boyish that I am that picture perfect night smeared generously with nocturnal bliss, galore... or better still, the spawning stars across a distant event horizon , the shimmering moon, the everlasting embedded lights onboard some infinite canvas of artistry laden planets and unfathomable galaxies so far, far away sweeping fast....Please do join me in this cosmic carnivale unhesitating, Oh' abstract Guardian Angel o' mine... oh please, don't merge in the thin midair, poetic, won’t you stay besides me ?
We’ll taste oscillating stardust to cure us of sanity's time tested levels
run away from Earth's gravity defying drama to escape shackles binding humanity.
We’ll reluctantly play hide and go seek in Jupiter’s malevolent storm,
we’ll bathe in membrane permeating beams of the Tuscan sun, bleeding Cornish yellow in shade to keep ourselves warm ....Look Mama ! there lies that curiously construed hidden street with many a crossroad and serpentine lane passing inside a certain fabled town folks know by the name of Obsolete ....
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