Is it a necessary to examine, mediate, or deliberate what could be fantasized? Or is the inquisition answered in the duality of existence.
For she is the acquisition, a subterranean river. She is rustic but not primitive, arcadian yet not uninvolved. For I sense an actuality beyond what is atmospheric, textural, and formative. Her character does not originate from the parameters of our notion of Terra Firma, yet she is a conception of inception. She is a mysterious and somewhat perplexing orchard unbridled, interactively pacific, eroding, constructing, evolving, yet perpetually and continuously sustained.
Can we dwell in a locale that exists beyond cognizant thought? Can we occupy a level of understanding that is remote from simplicity?
There was no introduction to the induction of commencement. and there is no closure to what is terminated. There are no fragments enacting, or residue to consider.
She does not reside in the confines and the corridors of deception, or deceit. For she is not a blanket of anticipation, or a barricade of fortification and palisade.
Is she proportionate, and parallel with the pedigree of nature, or is she unevenly asymmetrical with exteriority.