Toil the feeling

And I’ll return

 

View the day, what a place. Foreign thoughts and familiar sting all make a bounty.
Who is the benefactor in this realm of repetition?
Habits of love and progression all but leave me. Beside me technology to ease the frailty of limits and within the soul of experience. I admire the alligator for he looks as if a dragon and dwells between land and water. The snake for he too seems a dragon yet flies on the ground.
Odd is a reality and so too is wonder.

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