Without the terminable there in no awakening.
consciousness surfaces.
pulsates lightning.
life is surveyed through
swarming time crystals
the eyes of strange bees.
so I stammer in another idiom- the idiom of the exquisite automatons ( those who are positively empty to gate else-wheres in the here and now) : ezpiritooal equilibre um b twin reason and intuitzion is the great mystik helth.
Total Velocity is
this incandescent body that extinguishes itself in the name of Love.
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