There
is a sky ranch of self,
carefree
of obligations,
holding
one-handedly on to time.
There
is this earth,
concrete
as light can weigh,
holding
on to down.
This
is our residence, in comfort
and
familiar parenting memories,
nose
to the grindstone, holding on to now.
We
are here, possibly as desire's guests,
giving
forth life-presence as a living toast
of
appreciative raves and glows,
for
all that holds the conjecture
our
attention can propose.
We
intention the value maze experience
as
a consciousness style.
There
is blessedness, cosmetics,
imposing
circumstance,
and
we intend to earn,
hand
over fist,
this
as ours, as our inheritance,
in
spite of our inherent-ness.
Therefore
we have hired desire
as
a couch-potato coaching style.
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