Beyond the Clouds

. . . and trying to get to the other side

and the world loves

the cruel cries find a way to the uppermost part of the crust bursting forth with vile and unpleasant fumes. the haunting horrors of the vacuum suck us into an abysmal sphere, empty and devoid of pleasure. the only escape from what lies within is to look for something loving and good without. the world that loves exisits in dharmas. and the impact of dharmas into this horror vacui is painfully blissful.

social returns Running Tide Autumn Issue 19

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