Plume Poppy

There are threads of knowledge that run like the wind in the lungs of so many vibrating containers of seperate category that when you find one that suddenly connects to the upper right corner of another with the kind of solid wired finality that is completely accurate and bizarre obvious once you see it unveiled in its completion that the people whose minds became synergistic and imposed in veins of unconscious common arising feeling in separate places at the same time or in the same lost reminders of mortality and disciplined order of cause and effect. Plates of gears and veins of hydrological life communicate the same expression of emotion only if you want to see the thickness for its true interrelation or for the separation of state that makes it please ones interest in a large body of community and common just cause in arising to your higher desires for the beauty and goodness of the worlds often confusing and disjointed interruptions in what you've wanted to confine your interest in expanding your consciousness and interpretations of joys shared policy of bonding to, may the shortness of life elicit choices wise in imagining your developed self advancing and true to power fleeting.