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Sep 2017
Going home no more for home there is none
But the cosmos revolving to a chord
Pre-conscious source of all adhering carbon
Based gray folded spheres and toes the same
Naked reality coagulated        ???s
Which are the dreams and logics belched from the ego
Which thinks it is the        ??? of all        ???s
But now we know better don't we?
belch ****
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
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