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Verge Antes!

Is the only virgin entity we have to begin with ... imaginary space of the mind to be filled ... just a simple symbol of a KISS priciple in space of dark Ness, when the Roman Principle demanded death and burning for those not following their way? Once institutionalized, an idea stays until disaster creates change ... A'm'n hates change without space for manouvering ... moe-vein!

 

The OX seems an appropriate chilling symbol for John Bunyan's ontology ... blown (bleu) theory of the means to an end, without reverence for the surrounding infinite support system. It is a rare burr'd, burro'd into my mind of a light in space of wilderness. Can we draw from IT ... as a th' aught? It is a force in fine th' ought, phors a' phine point of thy's word. (first one has to note the evolution of word symbols from 'ph' to 'ef' in a holding letter like phaer in the imagination. Phaer is a light in the darkness, if you care enough to make something of nothing, a bare, pure Love is dangerous alone ... requires balances ... thus pers-ephone and the realm of the fisherman ... like digging in empty space ... intuit'dite ion! Such is an integral byte.

 

One must pay attention to the meanings of the symbols of myth ... making murth in a tree. Love is in everything and everything is in God ... as such IT will all collapse as light disperses in our fear of collecting, observing the process, like blind things, ignorant of intellect ... Children of God ... without a th' ought! Is that an altered personality? It seems to a' moes the satyrs (hyads)!

 

Is this the expression of the mob going to meet the ultimate without light? "An no man meets the father without ..."

 

Is kno-ledge savation in the shiyr (cry) from the dark?

 

An offering of a ςow, or a sous of Light ...

 

 

(If the O and the X are superimposed an old symbol of  daedalist come through ... it didn't in the poem; Rae search 's required!)

OX!
Or is that inverted XO, ⊗, d’aDhalist in the firmament above, same space,
Incident of two paths and an eM brace?
KISS and ah ugë …
That has various expressions in the mortal realm;
That’s limited, but there’s alternative space for the creative …
Variation, bi oh di verse Itï, lo vein wit’haute creation …
Complete nonsense for the institutionalized …
That cannot wonder about abstract creation …
Maqon something of ‘it’ …
A qode word without Go’đe, power to dry vide!
Opening the newt, or creature of the creeping nuit!
Exploration’s forbidden taboo by the ancient ides’;
So wondering must be Đ’μν outside their dimension!
Now there’s a notch in space, a’Ve (Vegetable form) gette Able …
An ar’ ky ‘n Rhomaine sense of O’Thor idée; “let us alone!”
Where the point of logic is dulled … there’s God!
It just doesn’t make mortal sense …
So ID must be nun sense, abeit of le aþs tract yearning …
Anne absolute space for reflection …
An image of God in an-alien space, Ω ‘đs…
Point of the mind ESS dimensionless, cone vaulted …
Going on and on like space as mete floras:
Whetted base for the stone many stumble upon in the fall …
Frau maſ Ire Mam-ante …
In which humanity really doesn’t know …
What’s up or down … solid KISS prince a’ Plè in Light, “ç” reins!
Ides aD Annes if you can lift your eyes …
After the event of two Lems mete (Ratatouilles measure, ς’moës) …
As tu leiþs in space …
Freedom of movement …
Anne’motion in the deuce …
To Aç’s together …
Franc opposition of the mis scene …
Of sea la butte “c”?
A form of agriculture as opposed to agoraphobias …
In the culture of emotions:
Getting ’n dhow’t as part of onto logi …
You see in the integral thing …
You were told a lie that …
Sects were nothing!
Dhere di vine, if you don’t gette the Hebrew …
Ars confused wit heh aDs (hyads) …
As one it’s Rhere beh-y’n as a follower that dis çAi plè sup on!
Inscribed word is far sin axe ion (xenophobic?) …
Once you get the axis, a’ null sy sin the spin …
Fax’đ Eire in the sole behind!
Follower of the image of love …
Reflection upon the shadow of UR!
Just Isis in the whin shadow …
Of integral God …
Shiyr devil to the militant sort that believes heh knows sit aL …
Wit haute a’ cue, Love can strike
Yer sole de ‘d; yule recover, wisdom’s a constant alter Nate with drawl …
ID’s in the script, la dai sad at the well, cod’re qui-ring a Rue b’n, plasma-like Va-porς!
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