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The big spread massive hotel bothered Rumb right from the get go .
Everything about it , is grand , achievable only by good luck .
Status ? That comes in second , the good luck prevails as the running core to the phase in life , now , if it yours , only few in this world could be living in this way .
Rumb sighed and sat still on the one seater sofa , facing the ocean , big spread of nothingness , massive , just him alone in the room with his thoughts , quickened to the facts with Fingra’s decision to spend some time , a week of nothing with him in this grand hotel .
Fingra appeared from the kitchen behind Rumb who sat still thinking in depth , she stood there for awhile admiring the ocean through the glass window .
The death star in far north eastern side , a vacuum , turned into Nothing ; the validity for the history making instead , You Were There , … how do you like that ? , Rumb almost smiled .
But then , they could miscalculated life like they had been known to be doing sometimes .
Rumb smiled in the corner of his mouth , when he was thinking about Kha.Long .
Singing , loud and proud .
Could that personification be manifested in a person such as Kha.Long , be making a mistake while singing the latest hit song , Shake My Hand by ‘Scratched Bums’ ?
Time and light delays are prone to miscalculation , and no Uultras in this world would even entertained any calculation in these primitive Maths . That in itself , the Uultras and their ways , says it all , to be making a mistake is human’s and that is , indeed a big possibility at all times .
Fingra walked quietly to the sofa where Rumb sat , standing right behind him without … ,
Vast , ain’t it ? , she thought .
And all of this vastness is back to one single point of understanding , to where words had to be invented further merely to express … ,
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17 Tell me Fingra , this wide spread of vastness in front of you , how are you feeling for it ? 17
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// I have not a need to express anything . And I believe we are lucky to be in the moment , I rather not spoil these nothingness with my clutter of thoughts , not with you , yes Rumb ? //
17 Sure , we are cluttering the Earth without the first basis of any structure ; poetic justice , eh ? 17
Fingra put her hands on his shoulders ,
// Rumb , depth ; thoughts shouldn’t be in the sense of height to where peace is , you said it in the past . Thoughts should be in the width , the sense of it . You were unblinking saying these words , staring hard into a blank space while we were having dinner at the café , a year ago … You were catatonic~like , hmmm //
17 Vastness states Width in relating to Peace , Fingra ? Is that what I said ? Relate not , peace to the height in the vast of nothingness ? 17
Fingra sighed ,
// I always took on to what whatever you said seriously , mostly because in the interaction between both of us , conversing , finding balance , again … Isn’t that what you told me to focus on ? Our interactions with each other , Rumb ? //
17 Then peace are forever without a need to clutter in words ? 17
Fingra smiled and walked nearer to the massive glass windows ,
// in other words ? It is not necessary … but we are to each other , to my creativity , and to you , whatever that is you are indeed getting out of this Rumb , I do believe we have to acknowledge the importance in our capability to initiate these … clutters … //
Cluttering techs ?
Order in the educated mindsets , pertaining to it’s sense for achieving ?
Rumb looked at Fingra , with his head tilted to the left , slightly …
17 I see you have gotten the tuning of a philosopher , eh ? What was answered will always be with a term to question and your remarks initiating clutter earlier , are layers looking for answers without even being a question . Bravo , Fingra 17
Fingra rubbed his shoulders , silent to his statements and stared quietly to vast ocean .
17 You have seen the world somewhat differently … lately ? 17
Fingra sighed … and sat on the sofa near him ,
// Not the world , Rumb … the revolving characters mostly , the instigated minds that had to be believed into the order of sense and focus , I find it less tiring for me , and yet the drawn to life in this methods are out and out about it at most times … inclined to dramatic reasoning even the healing patterning had to be laced with hard impacts to get through some of these manifestations . Human , strangely who are revolving from that circle of exposures alone , were referred strenuously to forms in actions . I shudder to think about to what Sevaras and her friend had to go through in the past //
Rumb reached out for her hand and turned his face to Fingra ,
17 Empathy … to the dead … Fingra ? Not bad . Is that one of your sources for compassionate grounds to manifest in these writings ? Your sense of humanity ? Hard impacts , eh ? 17
// Circ , if the winds are softly breezing , can you open these glass windows ? //
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// Yes Rumb . The depth in the notion of hard romanticism , equates by and to the living and the dead , a complete circle and the what have you … generations , the methods and cognitive back then simply won’t survive without cultures … Regionally , they lived in a different time zone and ages , and these two perpetuities only propelled the hard facts in differences alone , hard to fathom that these things still exist … //
They stood on the balcony outside with the slow breeze of the wind , gently caressing with the evening sun speaking gently to soft waves of the ocean .
Rumb took a deep breath in …
17 Not all zonings had gotten Hexa’s timing in their core.tunings , Fingra . It is not the matter of beliefs , but rather a completion in revolving to precision , in sync … we all know that , but what can you say about certain zones when light delays are still in the main focus ? Worse , when they interfere with Hexa’s constitutions ? 17
// Aren’t your HI.THT astronomy fall into that category also ? Isn’t it about evolving , mostly depended to and for a state of phases in time ? I know , those light delays are valid , but why must techs always had to be dealing in this notion ? Romantically Predictable in Illusions ? I find , it is like the five variations of necessary spices in ancient Chinese cooking … time inflected , it tasted mighty fine, but in frozen fracted.norm , rumored has it that , it tasted horrible . //
Rumb looked down to the beach . Sparse with rocks with nothing but only the white sand caressed by the ocean waves .
As far as he could see , the sand are the bones of dead whales from long time ago , fishes changed forms , salt as the proof of neurons in the dead past lived , became the inflections in the tastebud for the living .
The Living with the tastebuds of the zillions death in their mouths , the vast salt ; the oceans and the rebirths , regenerating life .
The dead feeding the living forms , continuations and extensive extensions for the sustenance in our biology , in mind ? Body and soul ?
In poetry , there are no deaths neither births , just forms , changing and shifting meanings , uses , functions and ultimately , contexts ; and that is Earth … in Time .
A young student from long ago , Bell … Cliff.Bells , pondered while naked , from his head to toes , stood proudly on the rock listening to the sound of the waterfall , while Rumb sat leaning on the rock with his eyes half closed … looking at Cliff’s body and the glistening droplet of water in his hair .
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C.7 A state to it’s own , Rumb , trapped in Time , you think ? Is that where we are ? Think of it , Earth having to replenish energy over and over again , in macro to sustain the little probabilities that it has been bestowed with , micro~biotically having to exist , the little engines for menial purposes , stepping ahead for the larger contexts to have a mere meaning … in us … yes Rumb ? C.7
The waterfall and the deafening desire .
Rumb smiled , cynically … glints of the young mind ; discovering access to their own tone of voices , innovated to the matter of preferences and likings about self discoveries , initiated to thoughts forming into States , and in the Senses , bridging the gaps under the uultra.senses of appreciative and unconditional love ; they , the glints … invent … for that higher shelves , in the peaking as their young adolescence bodies turned into the plateau~ness of adulthood .
The Macros , worked for that state of plateau , to rest and lived while initiating a deeper cognitive depended on the experiences and exposures lived as when the growth provided by the rooting of energies are spent in youth , and render itself to the value of nutrition in sustaining that cycles throughout it’s life .
17 Mere … meanings , huh ? Is that the toss of the century , Cliff ? Pretty well done , I must say . 17
Cliff laughed and put his hands on his waist , standing proudly with his face to the cloudless sky , naked as births ,
C.7 I am tossing the centuries that we , Mankind had been living on this Earth at you , on your forehead , Rumb . Mighty shall all of you men be , at the thoughts about to form in this man , what say you , Rumb ? About … trapped in time , reincarnated over and over again like a bleeding liquid salt seeping into forms on Earth endlessly … What have you to say about this shameless of eternity tuning into our definitive in sense to our Humanity ? C.7
Ahhh , the cynical young man … This beautiful naked young man .
Nothing can touch him unless he allowed it to happen … only time could caressed his skin without that prejudice of thoughts , contexts and not even the shifting , reincarnated of meanings … He and him alone , the truth , the Peak and Notch to reveal , the blossoming of the young ,
Glistening water … liquid over forms … seeping like light itself , seeking curves and rest in the etches of his flesh …
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alive and forever eternal
Boom quietly licked his paw , with a couldn’t care less attitude by the kitchen door , as black , darkened further by the color of the sofa behind him , flicking the reflection of light with his eyes and looked at Fingra with the beanbag in her hand .
// Boom ? Milk ? Slurp slurp , yes ? //
adore
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// Good boy . Well come on in . I will warm it up for you a little , okay ? //
Her voice was shaking a little as she put the beanbag on the kitchen counter and opened the fridge .
old moon
Fingra stopped to what she was doing , and grabbed the kitchen counter with both of her hands gently ,
// You know Boom ? He is like a father to me … except that I am an adult and yet the protective schemata is very well founded … I don’t have to please him in any way , happiness , one way or another , happiness was not the main focus … hmm you know what I mean ? //
you bought the moon
Fingra laughed … and turned around to look at Boom.Ploop .
// It was an attraction , not sexual . I bought the ideals , his ideals , Boom . And that ideals do not relent to my insistence to what he should be for me . I cannot buy the old and ancient , but yes the moon was working with me //
She poured the milk onto a small bowl and microwaved it for ten seconds .
that ancient was never about kred.it
// Very good Boom . When you get old and time is really not on your side , you … well a human sees values differently . The one who accepted who they are and living without fear anymore , shed most of it , they usually come as naked as the new born baby . And for the most part Boom , he was letting me be that ideals , that safe secured in the arms of unconditional love while he himself prone to making mistakes , we are aware to each other shortcomings … you do not and cannot buy that sense of familiarity . You know how it is … //
She stopped herself in mid~sentence , realizing she was speaking to a cat , a fat one at that , looking at her from the floor with almost a grin on it’s face .
meow
Fingra laughed and lifted Boom off the floor , petted him , put him on the kitchen counter .
// Let me ask you one thing , Boom . As straight as you can , answer me ? Okay ? //
water
glistening thoughts as it would ever be
in the might of desire
Boom slowly walked near to the microwave and turned around , looked at Fingra expectantly .
Ditha.Sevaras poem , she thought .
The cat knew I was about to ask about Ditha , she took out the bowl and put it near Boom .
As the cat was licking the warm milk , Fingra picked up the beanbag ,
awakened to the proprietary always
extending hopes and wishes
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spices
in contexts
hers
Fingra , again , stopped in her track ,
The beanbag ? Hers ?
Boom finished his bowl and slowly turned around with his mouth white from the milk .
// Boom ! What do you mean ? This beanbag was hers ? How could that be ? Rumb gave it to me //
white means more
… and Boom looked at the empty bowl again , alternatively at Fingra with the dripping milk on his whiskers …
She put the beanbag in her pocket and hurriedly pour another bowl of milk .
as tummy a little warmer
twelve seconds
… , and with that statement Boom stared at the microwave ,
… expectantly .
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The young man could have kissed the moon .
The old ancient moon , a still.form was alive as the night brightened to the security in this hope ,
… as Near .
A Want .
Her laughter , the young man’s totem .
To be a part and the reasons of that laughter , the joy , the manifestation of a need to be forever eternal in that state …
To be living and to forget about death … since it could never exist in this goodness , to finally want to live without fear ;
It couldn’t exist , as I want to be near to these Wants , the young man smiled at his own thoughts .
Yes ?
To exist only in the reason ; the simple friend to you …
Hmmm yes … ?
The old moon stared at the young man in the darkness of the night ;
In loving , stay closer , shall you be to your own heart ,
For I , my love , will eternally want to be nearest to you ,
As one , so nothing , not even nothing
Could be a gap , the Resist could only Assist ;
In Loving Me ,
My dear … , the one thing you should never forget ,
The Nearest of a Want , the closest we shall be to One ;
In Loving You
I am …
The Moon .
Eternal and Forever With You .
The young man read the poem again , under the tree , brightened night by the very moon itself …
He gently folded the paper and laid down on the grass , staring at the moon with the sound of the running river nearby .
~ You’re in love with love , Rumb . The idea of being in love . Now … have you asked yourself , why she would be so interested in you ? You have nothing , being poor is your only luxury you know how in the make of your mind … Love ? Pah ! She likes you because you paid attention to her and her poems . Note that I said , likes ! She is a charlatan . Words are her magic … and her magic are for anyone who would give her the time on any given day . A witch … I might add ~
The ringing jealousy ? … of a friend , about another friend or is that fear ?
To be near … to your own self , the nearest to your own heart , and to love then , only then …
The old moon slowly shrouded by the clouds …
The young man smiled in the slowly approaching darkness ;
As Near , he thought …
The nearest I could be to you , would be the closest I am to my own heart … learning to love you ?
The young man now , completely surrounded by the dark night , knowing well as the clouds to pass in a few minutes or so …
Magical , as she is …
To whatever it is … to wherever life is leading me , he thought ,
Forever and Eternal , I will be always be thinking of this moment’s night passing .
Of you , Ditha , of you seeing me as I am …
As you want me to be … for me .
The moon came back out from the clouds , brightened him , lying on the grass , with a smile on his face ,
And that is why I adore you … for what good is a person without a self to be , without a purpose simply to love to no end ?
Eternally forever yours , Ditha , that I am ; he whispered to the moon , ancient and old as the night crept deeper into Time , for tomorrow’s morning sun .
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