Ego dissolve and find self free-falling from consciousness and into direct biofeedback. Open and return refreshed. Stamped into the reality of the present, stripped of the emotional memory that clogs the spaces in between the places where time marks selfhood. Unreal how it casts voice onto rasping skin and burrows the wisdom deeper within. Conceived in the immediate: no- now. NOW. No No No No now. How love was always there; the we is seamless as is. How is it is, how is. When upon the brightest dawn emerged a song of silent nurturing wombs- in syrup find all blooming eyes and wispy locks. Legumes.
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