Sunlight and vapor filtered through a prism multihued colors dazzle & please summon a mecca of desire and release that exceeds all expectations beyond fulfillment and satiation More than gold More than anyone could imagine the illusion that transcends foolish longings coiling, bottle blonde goddesses afoot, so close, there within reach what there is to teach is too abstract or out of touch, Aloof, incomplete, soaring too far above but willing to beseech what do you know anyway? just that it’s still touch and go wanting so much to bust down that fence that keeps us apart, Reveal hand & heart; What riches await at the end of that rainbow; were it not so but that discretion, indirection, & such intervened & distracted Have you ever acted on what you want & need or will you just watch, let her bleed away into the past imperfect, bestowed, but retracted? Or is this you again being endlessly didactic?Birth sign: Capricorn
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