And how to live again — Caught in the pleats of continuum— all seemed once so clear. Our senses captured the information, but inside we weren’t all here. Interpretation turned to illusion— who’d have born to judge? But life’s so short, and we’d find out; until then it’d be enough— until the instant in our lives, when we’ll find it’s time to fly, fall, or take the steps needed to die a final time…

We may never speak again, though I’ll wait for you always until the very end — Dear audience-- I'm unblocked, only on Medium, since less than 24-hrs ago; I'm not sure why. It started out innocently, but in due time, part of me hath turned towards another side. 'Twas the first time I'd realized she wasn't toying with me, before my emotions had gotten too deeply involved. I'd…

Use cautiously, or not at all — To be ever less than four seconds from total state control. Isn’t that frightening? Just don’t take it too far. I’m starting to wonder if this wasn’t also a terrible idea to share in the first place— Meditating in Colour — Create Infinite Journeys How to use all six senses to relax and transform your state of mindmedium.com Maybe I’d say the following below are a tad better—

The Prompt Headlines, pt.139 — 10. The ‘Hunters of Peculiarities’ Come To Bentonville 9. On Preserving The Bubble 8. I’ll Never [Verb] 7. Strategy 6. If You’re [Feeling] & You Know It 5. Decide [Adverb] 4. On The Art of Consoling Our Adversaries 3. The [Adjective] Tragedy 2. Poetry Beckons Us To [Verb] 1. A Letter Addressed To Whoever Confesses First Oddly, Now Accepting Prompt Responses with Gustave Deressemedium.com

pt.138 — 10. Let Us [Verb] 9. [Adjective] [Noun]s — What Are They Really? 8. Bliss 7. You Know The Words 6. Identifying [Noun]s in The Digital Age — The Same Game It’s Always Been 5. The Hat That Just Wouldn’t [Verb] 4. The Key To Visualizing Endlessness Without Hurting Yourself 3. Unreal Ways to [Verb] in the 21st Century 2. On Unexpected Signs of Caution We Should Have Taken Seriously 1. For The Love of [Noun]

An insensible journey — Drip, drop, revelations— some don’t mean a thing; now I’m stuck in calculation, hear patterns and I sing— “Oohhh, where’s the beat of my heart??” Wait— I clamor positively— FOUND IT under an old set of wings!! Oh, and THAT’s a dead mouse. Oh dear— We spend too little time in here…

For me, a little self-trap — I’ve oft sought the comforts of a hovel, knowing this isn’t how we grow. Thank you augmented man for having me once more in The Power of Poetry!! And YOU, reader, spread your wings, if you wish to fly. — G The Power of Poetry how to submit? 2023medium.com About the Author: 🔍 ㅤGustave Deresse Is a Canadian Writer, Editor, Roamer…