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It's beautiful if you just float. Let the clouds give you pace on this spiritual boat. The solar beams gleam through the steam, wafting off the radiating stream. Beneath me a spirit, above me the genesis. Intergalactic boulders batter through the ozone. Laying waste to the land. From the waste of destruction lays the fertility to a new world. A universe self aware. Seeded by the space rocks, for we are only atoms and bits made possible when the meteor hits.
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Consciousness
It's beautiful if you just float. Let the clouds give you pace on this spiritual boat. The solar beams gleam through the steam, wafting off the radiating stream. Beneath me a spirit, above me the genesis. Intergalactic boulders batter through the ozone. Laying waste to the land. From the waste of destruction lays the fertility to a new world. A universe self aware. Seeded by the space rocks, for we are only atoms and bits made possible when the meteor hits.
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
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