Buckets full of human
each of us gazing upon the dream from a different angle
broken off
All of us the same meagre person
grasping at the same nothingness
illusion
All birth and deathlike conclusions
remembering the past with rings, towels, photos
rotating over again and again each morning, spring and funeral
but the ocean
the
ocean
The yearning, churning, howard sterning
Godliness of all.
I am not a person, nor judgejury
Clutching idols, traffic circles life's written plan
We left it all behind.
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Just be the shit on the fucking floor crumble down, it's the final score you know you're worth nothing, prick, and you were the one ... -
Blue Jay is here rain showers clear these dusty-dirty-edges- Fogs gloss the green moss round the rocky pulpit ledges Moons wax an...
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The Earth with her divine beauty and union is yet to be properly healed But the time is coming, the moment close, where all will be revealed...
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