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Nov 2014
If i'm quite sure where to listen              the words exist perpetually

What once  little me                   sung gospels of
has sunk into the sea.

thoughts met with resistance
stagnate and form dis-ease

especially them reflex thoughts ,                given a
thought              turn out to be denial
that thoughts
can (be            let) pass
without marker or address               that a notion
can cross the endless ocean            of of my self-mind
without duress           or that opinions                 can
move right through.
slowing myself down for this piece , written by hand on a beach
seeing an alternative way of being
Fah
Written by
Fah  Nomad
(Nomad)   
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   --- and mads
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