*Experiences with the known Spirit Molecule and the only way I can describe it.*
Leaving white willow, a painted furnace. A broken splash for the believer seek. Stacking senses to the sending griever. Longing for the fences and the fanciful practice for peaks. So saying blind beakers, and the pursuing hazy smog being dripped down from the silver lack.
Oh play with children, and the cemetery sanguine. Laughing and tossing about. Free, plentiful but lazy a dreamer. To sew again a nasty shout! Prying open cans for receivers and pulling strings attached. Yet again all quiet the predator seeker and the parading prayer-maker for endless supplies of trout. They are carried by way of basket where red seems so further for purge. Penny and copper so plainly eroded, like the ever ascending scourge.
A slowly ticking, from the old gray stare. Came the bristling beginning of the new found fair. Of old plays, paying virtue without a doubt. Words forgiven and hidden as, "Pop! I see you playing with the cords, so masterfully undone and so finely tuned. Keep with the beat, keep with the pact you made with the Leading Queen Whisperer. She lets you free during the night's own slumbering gaze. The birds so eagerly awaiting the arrival of May. The blue little moon, the tingling starlight so very far has always been and always be - quite literally in your hand."
But the slow dreamer's caressing hand doesn't see the red rose. It craves the berating the forgiving plot. Where all but trees ever bloomed, but flowers planted seedlings - oh little sprout - all similar a pollen. They don't even know it. They don't want to slow it further, this heightened new beginning. But it is not quite merry, it is only deceitful. So banking on certainty for one to scope. So relying on methods for a lucky boast. Of a hundred or so followers to redeem the blinking, sinking and terrible broke.
And so slowly it comes in and out again. Breathing focused within. Serenity states that whomever passes this far into the abode, my home keeps everything so still, that the race no longer forever changes the meaning. So lingering doubts be thrown off too. And whatever dreamer comprises of all this, tends to sway just as the trees and flowers, and most importantly - of differing tides by changing winds.