My life's reflections have been stifled - perplexing at most when rarely actualized

yet the analyzed and divided quotations of 'being' leave me relieved

...all is perceived as sharp as the wit's end

live within the recipe of an enigmatic deity and seek to be an analogous entity

yes indeed

the speed of mere Gene's developed machine...come clean and inhabit the realm of the unseen

to all socially conflicted contiguous…the blush of the Ignorant, that wishes to bathe in it's constant

read this

exist in the cleared mist

this, the gist of life…so rudimentary

so fresh