the idea that this is as
the webs towing spiders in the winds, winding
listfully
on circuits long ago distorted with mountains
and canyons,
effecting whorls and currents forcing a way around a mountain
for the mists that once watered the flatter feeling
vessel we were alive upon, in books
spaceship earth one. I in roman tongue,
but nothing lasts forever,
everything else changes,
constantly,
be still.
be
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realms with in reasons,
uni-verse-ity-ifity agregaton setting liquified stone,
some
how (wise) wegsheid sehen Sie veer left
OOPs loops, left from when this was a decide point.
FYI, it was my idea to go through the wall,
I was the one who went through,
not you,
I came out the front door, not you,
but you didn't run, you were my friend,
in this projection of a decider point, we
passed
adaptively, as if augmented with a
allyes promise, ala all ye, all ye, outs in free... message from base
aye, I A-ok a intuitive influencee feeling tugging,
not pushing, gentle pull, slow
and steady
spider woman, grace for grace. let flow this thread
in ever
let it tangle with the wind,
we hold in our fists,
and the thief looses owning his good for use, the joker lifts off,
with a laugh, doing good,
like medicine,
loosed when one hand claps,
without the other knowing,
science-wise.
A page pondered while examining my life fifty years after the key decision
