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  • Should we wish to be loved,

    or be the ones to love?

    Our time here is but a short span.

    It’s an imperative we give our love,

    to make love happen while we can.

    We should dare to share some roses while alive,

    or see them lain upon our grave.

    Knowing only the roses on our grave,

    Knowing the roses on our grave.

    We’ll know only the roses

    on our grave.

    There is no effort in being loved,

    but to love, one must work so very hard.

    And to be the one to love,

    as a course one must be brave.

    Loving now is the only way, or

    Know only the roses on our grave,

    Know the roses on our grave.

    We’ll know only the roses

    on our grave.

    Earlier I went off all ‘willy nilly’, and posted this 3d set as a random post, minus the grave marker overlay, on my tumblr. I no more than uploaded it, and had an inkling of an idea of what I could do with it to make it more than just a random floral, so I put it up as my laptop wallpaper, and let the image suggest to me the overlay and lines of prose you see here now. I remember every photograph I’ve ever taken, like a huge file inside my head (a photographic memory?). If I remain patient, and give things enough time, I will match up images that work well together. I wish my computer files were that easy to access…My files are a hellish mess, and sometimes it takes days, even weeks to sift through for the one image I want. For someone who’s OCD, you’d think I’d be better organized. I am also ADHD though, and you can’t believe the battles those two conditions have had for control of my mind. Maybe the cuts and bruises from those battles is why my files look like a war zone. With this image overlay, I was lucky, I knew exactly where it was when the concept happened in my mind.

    Now where did I put my car keys…Oh, yeah…Now I remember, I don’t drive!

    Oh, and if anyone is wondering, since I don’t usually include my middle initial or name, it’s Lee.

    Add: I may, from time to time revisit this piece of prose, and add or change it slightly. I have also some musical Ideas running through my brain, and I may just make it into a piece of music in the form of a sonnet or folk song. The last five lines were my first afterthought. I’ll keep a copy in my tumblr drafts, and post it again with the sheet music and guitar chords if I do as such.

    The Image is a stereoscopic 3d set that's hard to view in 3d here with the scroll. Here's a link to my tumblr post for easier 3d viewing.

    Just cross your eyes slightly from about two feet away from the screen, and focus only on the third 'false' image that appears there.
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