Tempting the Melody

The clock spins in an opposite direction and does not tick at all. Finding grass green is difficult in its vicnity. Lovely waterfalls flow up as they take the moisture from the ground. Visualizations are stolen and owned by hypocrisy. Clearing the smoke becomes a chronic reality and I see birds hiccupping midflight. Being beings leaves you and I lonely with each other because the mirror sees no reflection. We are growing through the oddity today. Maybe having someone who is on your mind makes you gravity and me the curse of light speed. It is effortless to become a unity as we see the sun flare in our vicnity. Loving embrace is surfacing and an almost ancient kiss is coming to be. You are my destiny, and I your analogy of everything you see. Become the oxygen I breathe and I will be a tiny little white doggie wagging my tail at your feet.