in the hesitant rupture of mind
comes the fragrance of centuries
that lay dormant steady and expressed
flickering wisps of flame
an island of desert
shipwrecked upon
by the lost whom transcend
out of kismet
folding back in tranquility
and releasing the aroma
the sensibility
in fractured time
so simply understated
a vagueness of uncertain demands
quieted by beauty's entrance
shaken out of the ashes
A great deal of meditation is required
Fear the Journey not the cops
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