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it doesn't matter where i am anymore--off in what's being made clear... over and over and over. riding these bitchin' waves... everywhere occurring to itself-- head tilted to the side, i smile in welcome. it was always supposed to be this way... the sky too needs to be freed up-- don't you know? as a bird pulling air to its heart to fly on it...don't you know? look through anything you wish... it can handle it--see exactly what you want to see, after all...it's okay. with that sung--i've come to know she's looking my way. it's all on end...a yogi sleeping on a bed of nails. i have forever to wait out her mind. i can feel her falling--rushes of space tightening around her body. she's already been torn asunder. inside she's answerable to no one-- i am empty enough, i am full enough for just that.
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
Answerable To No One
it doesn't matter where i am anymore--off in what's being made clear... over and over and over. riding these bitchin' waves... everywhere occurring to itself-- head tilted to the side, i smile in welcome. it was always supposed to be this way... the sky too needs to be freed up-- don't you know? as a bird pulling air to its heart to fly on it...don't you know? look through anything you wish... it can handle it--see exactly what you want to see, after all...it's okay. with that sung--i've come to know she's looking my way. it's all on end...a yogi sleeping on a bed of nails. i have forever to wait out her mind. i can feel her falling--rushes of space tightening around her body. she's already been torn asunder. inside she's answerable to no one-- i am empty enough, i am full enough for just that.
Onoma
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
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