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Sep 2013
That's just the flows , flow
speking to souls?

or am i just writing to myself
out there in the web , i see

people seeing me

and saying nothing

...


yet knowing more than they probably would if they hadn't seen this...

wHO are you?

Reading this... perhaps you are a person ; who loves fruit juice for lunch and shiny golden shoes. Maybe not.
I wouldn't know
but you see me..
i marvel at that ability we have now...

Technological.



or maybe.
you are more like the lightning with thunder happening



there is always a thunderstorm somewhere.
Beat make THE sensational waves , We are no more , nor less , than a collection of heartbeats. Milling about , like dust on the breeze. But we ring. our heartbeats make music, a collective tune rings out amongst into the stars - we are broadcasting the

revolution's (revelations) on line .
Fah
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Fah  Nomad
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