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Apr 2014
The nerve endings are          near
The body is poised
not posed
The mind is clear
The selfless are rare
As consciousness rose

Time evaded the masses
space sprung                         up!
The sky fell down
And the religions were ******

The blood marched on
Through valves and veins like military
Universal empty open spaces
Are the beds of capillaries

When sleeping
Particles
Particularly atoms
Take off their work clothes
Lay down with their lady
And make sweet, sweet,
                             Energy.

Falling in love
Is falling from the sky
Its noble & above
Anything else we’ve tried
Sean Banks
Written by
Sean Banks  Vancouver Island
(Vancouver Island)   
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