Bodies game them wealth solution

 

Rippling fabric

No matter how you look, you'll find

That matter is a state of mind.

A wavy thing, a cosmic hum,

A particle of what's to come.

A field's fine print, a ripple's plea,

The essence of reality.

 

Own it experience suffering possibility

 

Savory temptations

The casino's neon heartbeat

flashes on my retinal glass.

I hear the jackpot chimes, a tinny siren song.

I could just walk in.

The smell of fried sugar and salt,

a ghost from the past,

drifts from the golden arch.

He smiled as I passed,

a flicker of connection in the synthetic haze.

But the sidewalk keeps moving.

My boots make a quiet sound

on the polymer street.

The park waits for me, a sliver of green

in the digital noise.

I could feel the thrill, taste the grease, feel the warmth

of a stranger's gaze.

I choose the quiet,

but my mind hums with the memory of the lights.

Love fate twice another I

 

Consumption deduction

 

He was the keeper of clutter, a connoisseur of comfort, surrounded by a sad symphony of his own strivings. He sat, a king among his conquests, a monarch of mechanisms. 

Yet, as the sun began its silent, sinking spectacle, painting the placid pond a perfect palette of pink and pearl, he felt a strange stillness. This fleeting fire required no maintenance, no mastering, no mortgage. 

His epiphany was pure, and pithy: the glorious victory was not in the wares he had won, but in the quiet, calming conclusion that he needed nothing at all.

Me apart presence us memories