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Feeling Rememory

I noticed just yesterday while glowering about something else now already once again forgotten... I seem to have lost my good-sensed humor along my stumbling isolating internal say Toward this red STOP! sign searching for a different way To find a new Earth center for healing active hope, To sing new scales of joyful sad sharp focus Performed more locally and possibly reformed less reflectively mesmerized by fame's monopolistic grope. This new reselective time Less silently reserved Less anxiously depressed Less repressively suppressed. Each morning's dawn warning to worship at new altars Renewing robust octaves of communion encompassing organic green nutrition To redesign all creatures here below more positive above good-humored love with timeless passions hilariously sensed together yet tragically shoved apart. If I were not so sweet sixteen prepared to restart home's immigration scene again for my first time, what would I rechoose to do becoming compassion's singing rally with rainbow hearted allies? If I were thirty-three, my age of messianic crossfire for all to red angry horrifying see, what would I choose to resurrect again? And why would this revoiced rechoiced healthier community support potentiating integrity with more robust good humor this well-timed passed over and back around on sacred wellbeing more interfaith as multiculturally safe and healthy ground? If I were twice my god's reflective age revived, what would we joyously choose to re-member as half-life good golden sense for revolving salvation's climate humor? For this tragic comedy of tumorous migration anxiously anticipating integrity's full ZeroScores restoring just right species may not be mine next time back around multiculturing herstory All together one predation praying for exterior relations more integral summations than humorless, silent rumorless quiet aging absence of eternal sad-paced barely surviving mercy At least sufficient for noticing, just yesteryear while glowering about something else now already strange sadly ***** once again forgotten.

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