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Nov 2020
Knowing only you, and you by no real name,
a guess,
I guess you are the --
or a, one of, the
messages messengers are given to be used as guides,
past
last chances, in to ever's after, where the do no more
stage is set, post ******,
here is where we shall be when the mystery is revealed,
revelation being ever a bugaboo word, for me, re
means do-it-again, try, re-
ally, allied with truth and pointedness as concepts,
nada mas…

mix me, I am insoluble, sift me, I pass through
until the finest resolutions leave me as
subliminal and al-
ready we feel the change. Life going on. Truth.
Growing older at the same pace as the universe.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  75/M/Pine Valley CA
(75/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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