to old friends and experiences

There is an elasticity in our perceptual realities.
Small parts of these, try to dominate our thinking.
An inkling or longing to pervade,
but as you wade in leisure, please her
by choosing the perception--with a suggestion or yearning
for the comfort of learning from our experiences.
Peers and pieces of our past collect and form an array
of stained glass granuals colliding intricately with simplicity and giving to the night.
Barely a chance to see the illumination in the other.
Smothered each moment, with a flicker and a fade
while we wade in each other's i's...intellect, ideas,images, insecurities
The vibe was clear. Hold dear perceptual lingual happenings
Avoiding traps and things: rather reveling in the gathering
and quietly sing...

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