Luftmenschen Continuum by michaelw1two Thinking’s challenge is to weigh, all of one’s life substance; quandary thus, illogical fuss, which blinds the mind’s acutance; adscititiously into thoughts bleed
Anchor the Arch by michaelw1two To what depth, can one reach in search for their soul; through what trials, will they struggle
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Gods Will Be Done by michaelw1two In My Heart I have to be good to be kind and opened helpful, truthful, respectful friendly, sincere, and polite...
THOSE LOWLY ENTELECHIES by michaelw1two Impeccant, of non-textual matters one’s covered flesh, and hidden embrasure’ as diffusate primer
Some Masters by michaelw1two Knowing Who is Master the strap, switch, or cane or maybe Dad’ loud stern voice produces results Knowing Master
You by michaelw1two My life, bleeds into the well of this pen; its point to skin, life’s caustic sin; at loss, this connection,