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Arr, we followed that red herring because sphexish unfish always queue behind the god of the pod.

Now, forage fin-food’s daily gauntlet remains both unavailing and without porpoise.

If our social instincts seek an argy-bargy in lieu of a bid for squid, tumblies will miss a sating dish.

…*swimming*—some in circles…

Scarlet skipper returns to peg-legged Peter and plops into the dis-depthed guilded bowl.

“Nets are snipped? Then, one league east, let’s unpack, for dol-friends, this meaty-macky shoal.” ; )

Crown of florets, keep company with antennation that might tickle away meditation.

While some abstain from forehead’s ground, mindful breaths in-breathe as bouquets abound.

“Will peace be bugged or will bugs be peaced?” ponders by aporia comforter of leaves.

Ever impinging will be itches to life’s calm, but avow each sense with embrace for an ever balm. ; )

As monkey seeks mindfulness, monkey dupes pseudo-self.

“How can I see me when my eyes are covered shut?”

“Well, you could start by placing paws under your monkey butt.”

Who is that with arms open wide? This chimp hates hugs; time to hide.

But, familiar is that primate’s face. Though, how can same take up separate space?

“Reflection rambunctious, you are supposed to mimic how I play.”

“Ooh-ooh-ah. So, your illation is that I should mirror your every way?”

This imago has mind’s cogitations unsure of what presented seems.

So, ghostly or mostly of matter may merit dupli-me’s tap with a fleam.

“If you are me, albeit differently, what am I supposed to learn by your sight?”

“It is not about your senses making sense; just accept them sans labels wrong or right.”

Then, what to do with what I see requires just sitting quiet—nary a sniff?

Well, that is chimple—for a bit—as long as I can adimplete my day with some mischief. ; )

Awe at tower’s reach and its stories relief; marvel that man as emollient turned silk from sand.

Titanolatry sated only by company of the heavens, supernumerary steps of stone bridge created with creator.

Realm exists where that which is imagined materializes magnificently, breaking boxes of the most muraled minds.

Entrance, of course, passes through propylon whose columns lead eyes past an ever-distancing sky. : )