Exfoliation

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I wish desperately to feel the coarse of sand, exfoliating my palms as I clench summer’s heat in the early twilight of the ocean’s reflected sun.

I wish to write on the back of this scene to my distant friend,

Somewhere deep in a frantic and self-assumed prosperous city.

I don’t mind the vacancy of a lyrical response,

As long as he understands a nestling sun in the ocean’s sweatered surface to be an image irreplicable in the city’s stained glass.

Deceiving windows with spirited lives of once-upon-lands cannot fool spectators into fits of private happiness,

Although they may act like poetic jesters to attract public spectacles.

Audiences will condone any underlying admonitions for the luxury of oblivion,

Though such admittance is outrageously disgraced.

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Author: Grandtrines

Like so many people, I am a paradox. I am a politically conservative vegetarian. I am from a Christian background, and still tend to like those values, but am a metaphysical astrologer trained in science who has an interest in the magic of ancient Egypt and a weird belief that some piece of our essence can live on a server. I live in Texas, but like chatting with my international Wordpress pals the best. I learn by teaching. Technically, I am a "Leo," but I am very, very Aquarian with a dose of Scorpio. I bitterly complain about Algol (and Algol personaliites), yet it is the one star that defines me most (other than Regulus). (Which, oddly, makes me an Algol personality.) I am a reclusive lover of peace and quiet who has the Ascendant in the Via Combusta (the most conflict ridden part of the zodiac). I am an incredibly private person with a blog with over 800 followers and 50 to 150 regular daily visitors. I could go on, but I think you get the picture.

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