Loosing sight of the eternal garden can be devastating at best
What drives me insane are the catastrophic perplexities of those closed souls with whom i have drank from the pure fountain of harmony
As long as there is a maze the mouse will prevail
But when enclosed and quartered my health will fail
The enigmatic loss of vision and its accompanying diverse avenues of existence cause this lockdown-hysteria
If one can only get a glimpse of the freeing sun, driving down the freeway, looking solely up;
One could sidestep some of the unnecesary yet not dramatic emotional incumberances and overtones a**ociated with casual emotive calamities, whose necesities generaly comes from the need to shift focus from the victim to the envictor
An overload of climatic pressure couldn't
Claustrophobia of s***e within
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