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trapment; this lack of consistency complicates, yet, adds prelude to life.When higher intelligence spoke to the chosen; a glimpse of fantasy and horror, we thrive on not knowing, bewildered, set free, within the confines of ancient static.Structured appraisal~ we follow the formula for fascination, falling short when displease enters our heart, our minds as well, mind holds the unknown and tempts the seeker, “here is the wind, here is the sky,” tempest in your social circles.The Unknown is life unfolding, for how can one know the blueprint created when stars collide, entreating our being; there must be a grand scheme, so

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mewhere.It is the essence of mankind, of planetary matters, spinning around the globe, never certain when it will lose it’s desire, we are never certain when we will lose our desire.We are the porcelain mess. Clean the shattered, ponder the unknown, the cut of a broken vase leads us into deeper thinking~ evolution in mind, evolution in heart.We are the porcelain mess; turning to plastic when dilemma threatens, insecurity in belonging, we are stringing along what we known, sentences without syntax, the synonym for the virgin.<a href="undefined">Anna Rozwadowska</a> 2019</article></body>

Writing Prompt #4: The Unknown

George Frederic Watts

Lesser known is intelligence, ancient codes and dilution, Unknown is that which provokes mystery~anxiety~confusion~ucomfort~illusion, we step into the unknown as leaving mother’s womb, scarcity of guarantee; midnight beckons insecurity, it is essential; building blocks of life attune to high pitches orchestras leading one day to disaster, another brings forth deduction, another leads us astray, another is a winning entrapment; this lack of consistency complicates, yet, adds prelude to life.

When higher intelligence spoke to the chosen; a glimpse of fantasy and horror, we thrive on not knowing, bewildered, set free, within the confines of ancient static.

Structured appraisal~ we follow the formula for fascination, falling short when displease enters our heart, our minds as well, mind holds the unknown and tempts the seeker, “here is the wind, here is the sky,” tempest in your social circles.

The Unknown is life unfolding, for how can one know the blueprint created when stars collide, entreating our being; there must be a grand scheme, somewhere.

It is the essence of mankind, of planetary matters, spinning around the globe, never certain when it will lose it’s desire, we are never certain when we will lose our desire.

We are the porcelain mess. Clean the shattered, ponder the unknown, the cut of a broken vase leads us into deeper thinking~ evolution in mind, evolution in heart.

We are the porcelain mess; turning to plastic when dilemma threatens, insecurity in belonging, we are stringing along what we known, sentences without syntax, the synonym for the virgin.