
Let the wind KISS your nakedness
and the river WHISPER promises
wrapped in the MYSTERY that binds our existence
to its earthen rails and its train of WATER.
Be ALIVE in the instant and FOREVER
in the memory of TREASURED sunsets
and ever-present, IMPERCEPTIBLE beginnings...
Bask UNABASHEDLY in the act of LIVING
in its SUN-ANOINTED mountains
and impenetrably DARK ABYSSES
for only in FUTILE death and marmoreal, gelid stillness
triumphs the IMMUTABLE sameness
of eternal RESENTMENT and SORROW.
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