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The ballad of hazardous (or blissful) cascades of emotions

 


Sometimes the illusion of a happening happens
sometimes the emotions roll over
sometimes the pathogens of spilled over desire
sabotages the pilgrimage of the heart
sometimes it is good
to divert attention
towards the non-attentive nerves
sometimes it is okay to be
what we are
sometimes it is really a exhilaration of the existential to be 
in those moments of rapture
where time ceases to exist
and you and me measure the moment
through a deeper turmoil of being alive
sometimes it is good to fall
sometimes the brain functions paralyzes
and the raw nerves get pricked up
sometimes we gain our sanity
by responding to the deep trance
of the emotional
and the physical

Sometimes we need to paraphrase guilt
when love envelopes our being,
there is an absence of guilt
and presence of something divine, something which cannot be deciphered,
defined or 
even transferred to someone else's
perspective

What happened was something
that would have happened in a dream
Sometimes there is a need
to live the dream

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