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Regulated tranquility


Forgotten afternoon,

Generate buds soft and new

Waverly latticework,

Calming vibes rise, renew

 

The inertia of winter gone

Sharp rays pierce the full canopy of clouds

Sap of mist, dynamic thrust

Cascade and plunge, tranquil sounds

 

Regulated tranquility,

Questions hang unlike a miasma

Balm for the soul, heavy vapors will rise

The mystery of genesis and karma

 

Day’s remnants shoot,

Growing succulent and exuberantly

Filament and softening breeze push

Refuse to succumb to decay, relentlessly

 

Fleeting light and sweeping currents of air

Watery weight and forceful attrition

Lightning pierces, muted detachment

Answers are weak, ethics of growth, fruition

 

Crack of dusk, leaves unfurled

Forcefully, superstructure takes hold

Dreamy canopy engulfs, precarious luminesce

Wind gently swaying, liquid mirror, energy released bold

 

Hammer and subsume, suppressed inuendo

Notions override, sublimate reality

Minus five degrees, petals vibrant

Expectantly unfold, spread canvas with vitality

 

Maximum brilliance, strong sun rays blast

Lake’s fluttering, elemental fusion

Spear and penetrate, vibrant exuberance

Doubts submerged, polyphony of calisthenics, a rare occurrence

 

Latitudes of the new, feel tender edges

Suppliantly fractals, nature reclaiming our thoughts

Unabated march of hope, swift flame and rain droplets

Nails and claws, mediated post-trepidation, as the mind sorts

 

Positive charge, psyche and nous, overshadow moodiness

Exalted pure balance, palls of smoke will intimidate

Sunset delayed, nurture blades, verdant and tender

Purposely meshing at random, believe in a certain future, so we'll not surrender

 

Floating fire and moving clouds swarm shadows

Traces of moisture, orbital eclipse

Knife and sheathe, soothing assurance

Friends abandon, chromatic phantasmagory, but the soul's flame won't eclipse.

 

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