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It's not time I count it's the moment and I interfacing none is there to watch or judge me beside the pulse of the now the fibre of being the test of living the air I'm breathing the thoughts brewing the will in harnessing the tension unfolding the wit in pitting the insight awakening the path for charting the clay for moulding the anvil for beating all in all the becoming in what I am giving frail though I am in the enocuntering knowing yet I might be stumbling but steps of the past I would not be retracing to what's before me I must attend--there would be no regretting.
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
THE MOMENT AND I
It's not time I count it's the moment and I interfacing none is there to watch or judge me beside the pulse of the now the fibre of being the test of living the air I'm breathing the thoughts brewing the will in harnessing the tension unfolding the wit in pitting the insight awakening the path for charting the clay for moulding the anvil for beating all in all the becoming in what I am giving frail though I am in the enocuntering knowing yet I might be stumbling but steps of the past I would not be retracing to what's before me I must attend--there would be no regretting.
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
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