I am the sexual electricity
When you freeze
Or overheat me
You're inviting in
Despondency
Treat me with disdain
Throw the waters down the drain
Or leave me to stagnate
Festering in a forgotten lake
You start to find
Your body's going dry
Your vitality's weakening
Your joints are creaking
Your memory's leaking
Your imagination's sneaking
Out the back door
Your assumptions
Got their claws
Embedded in your guts
Good luck
With that
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Mutley Ravishes (
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Oh the terror of stagnation 🙏🏻🕊️
It seems some of us worship it!
Thanks for reading.
Oh, how curious 🤔🕊️🙏🏻
Stagnation: lack of activity, growth, or development!
That could be death of our society which is already ailing quite badly.
The Children of the Fifth Sun's time appears to be almost up.
But lets keep our heads up
Personal salvation
Sweet revelations!
Signs of getting old!!!, enjoyed the read
Yes. And a way to regenerate the whole organism and everything in it!
The cure for stagnation is entropy. A downhill slope with nothing at the bottom. A fun read
Great comment! Perhaps a cosmic night is “ at the bottom,” a pause before a new cosmic day?
Great write
Thanks, Tony.
You're welcome
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