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Sep 2013
I had to go
I knew I had to know,
so I rowed against prevaiing winds
and in the burning desert sands,  I scorched my feet and hands,
but what was it
I had to know, and was it that, I got?
I forget.

I was falling into that higher place
and so I stood and tore the net curtains aside.
and inside
I swear
I saw upon a stair,
nowhere and nothing and everywhere and everything standing still and there I was
but where was I?
inside the iris of my third eye
but I forgot it, can't remember anymore about the stairs behind the door that looks into the other place where lace curtains can be torn aside and mortal men can look inside,but they'll forget it too,these visions are not for me or you,the children of the soil,they'd only spoil our dreams at night,when we can dream of second sight that few of us will ever know
I had to go
I knew
then what did I do?
I forgot it all.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   shaqila and Elizabeth Squires
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