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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