Mystery, mundanity

Mystery, mundanity; normality profound proffers suggestions to bold quivering chin. A man! I can be as charade hysterical flowing through brain of body ephemeral, briefly insane. Though flowing back my awareness diffuse expand and subsume components of youth quite difficult its integration, and so intimate yet seeming aloof. My compassion desired is sweet, strong, & deep; my feeling is pure, this state I must keep. Could I offer you more than a spirit’s embrace, empathic caress of a strange carapace? Ah you! Now it’s clear in which domain you dwell and all that you hold dear is dribbling down via pineal light: piercing my ignorance, soul in delight. Obvious, obscure: commoner’s porridge and elitist sop mush, what’s smothered in spices won’t hide what’s afoot.