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Dec 2021
Like, knowing like, like
a thief in the night taking means
to ends
beyond holds on shapes that matter
out of sight in minds as blind as any ever,

blind as Milton, blinder
than I, I see, so
I know this is also not hell, as I imagined
my due.

Finding the answer, described as the
indescribable dau, das sein, yhwh, mmmmm
mani-dual done done

battle plenty don been don ' t see
needsplain rain falls on the wise and the fool.

Baby steps, send in the clowns, and they came…

More clowns than Bartholomew had hats,
in the distant realm of Didd…

O, Noah? Tickle, tickle ******, curse you Hamstring

and the little pig bit the ttheif thorn ÜÞꝥ

too odd f'Þe o'Þe peplish whims 'n'phanzee
Alms, widow's mites, seed to the self governed minds finding answers unsought in all of ever's knotty gnosisnotices. This is a proessatrial.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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