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Void No earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I was present then at the disappearance of nothingness I was in the afterthought of the brown the green the blue the light If you listened intently you could hear me fastly approaching following the sight of gray fins magenta feathers tan tails swarthy scales salmon snouts ivory tusks The air felt the dirt rumbling I was coming at the speed of the hooves of a thousand bucks and with the loosened clay from the earth that was displaced Abba formed a great face a body of perfection I was there I was seed enveloped in water nets of life free styling a red dance that would cause the day’s synchronized swimmers to cease Nothing like a case of the green eyed monster to take away the memory to breathe My head was pointed ahead Body wagging Jiggling Shaking Convulsing Smelling the musk of the incubator that would grow me And during the eons of patience the rise and fall of great nations a period of tribulation as those who preceded me are innumerable there finally came a suited portal And only her sound of agreement to remain committed find nourishment from only his ***** enabled my form Though I was already adorned with equipment to live with to move and with the authority of Abba to speak a sound that changes atmospheric existence She was needed to birth me nurse me nurture me Love me enough to give me back to the One that knew me before Before Before is void It is no earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I am from the sound Let There Be ME.
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Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
1 SOUND Drive
Void No earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I was present then at the disappearance of nothingness I was in the afterthought of the brown the green the blue the light If you listened intently you could hear me fastly approaching following the sight of gray fins magenta feathers tan tails swarthy scales salmon snouts ivory tusks The air felt the dirt rumbling I was coming at the speed of the hooves of a thousand bucks and with the loosened clay from the earth that was displaced Abba formed a great face a body of perfection I was there I was seed enveloped in water nets of life free styling a red dance that would cause the day’s synchronized swimmers to cease Nothing like a case of the green eyed monster to take away the memory to breathe My head was pointed ahead Body wagging Jiggling Shaking Convulsing Smelling the musk of the incubator that would grow me And during the eons of patience the rise and fall of great nations a period of tribulation as those who preceded me are innumerable there finally came a suited portal And only her sound of agreement to remain committed find nourishment from only his ***** enabled my form Though I was already adorned with equipment to live with to move and with the authority of Abba to speak a sound that changes atmospheric existence She was needed to birth me nurse me nurture me Love me enough to give me back to the One that knew me before Before Before is void It is no earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I am from the sound Let There Be ME.
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Feb 9, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
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