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the cosmos a web of plantary oppositions squares and triangulations curses and blessings demons, humans and gods friends and enemies each a constituent a revolving carousel of heavens and hells the macro, an umbrella of spilling stars like shattered glass in flames outer and inner stone & gas planets wandering infinitely like strays others in tight gravitational ellipses and eclipses the elements of fire air earth and water from the most subtle formless to rocks flames oceans and the air we breathe disjuncture in a   a mix-meister a gruesome churning mouth swallowing our delicate membranes and we wonder why we are in pain why we are nourished by flesh as we ourselves are consumed filled with blood and nothing and deadened by marking time all hungry shells and why we wither to dust as do suns and moons and gods themselves all of us children of monsters and corpse eaters born of magnitudes episodic collisions and  harrowing creative destructions the dead living and the living dead with eyes that flicker only on half a landscape at a time a holloween of pyramids and bones always running from wolves because we are meant to be eaten okay my darlings now lets try focused breathing, and boundless light lets try being Hindu
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
HINDU
the cosmos a web of plantary oppositions squares and triangulations curses and blessings demons, humans and gods friends and enemies each a constituent a revolving carousel of heavens and hells the macro, an umbrella of spilling stars like shattered glass in flames outer and inner stone & gas planets wandering infinitely like strays others in tight gravitational ellipses and eclipses the elements of fire air earth and water from the most subtle formless to rocks flames oceans and the air we breathe disjuncture in a   a mix-meister a gruesome churning mouth swallowing our delicate membranes and we wonder why we are in pain why we are nourished by flesh as we ourselves are consumed filled with blood and nothing and deadened by marking time all hungry shells and why we wither to dust as do suns and moons and gods themselves all of us children of monsters and corpse eaters born of magnitudes episodic collisions and  harrowing creative destructions the dead living and the living dead with eyes that flicker only on half a landscape at a time a holloween of pyramids and bones always running from wolves because we are meant to be eaten okay my darlings now lets try focused breathing, and boundless light lets try being Hindu
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
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