In this misted cave
where furrows of livings toil crease tidally on my brow
Stretched from the extension of loose lit flames
The cave with only outward vision of the mire of men
I sit and converse with breaths of expended expressions
Expressions of the created word of living ...of The living
The time that times the raising of the sun from darkness
Maps eternity internally
Wisdom cools from the suns release
Seeded ejection sprouts knowing hymns and takes deeply in the first air of the manifestation of newborn perception
Beyond the world
Beyond the mind
Beyond the intricately woven madness that rises and falls in amongst this game of games
mF
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