At five dark fifteen what came to me I formed into thoughts winged chirping alive and placed on the wire. I don’t know what this is the beginning of. Maybe its the distillation of bevel edged dreams, etchings in gravity in time to be handibly used to maximize ones outcomes in all ways with in ones means The FIRST tennant, principle, law : search fearlessly the interior landscapes immaterial and profane finding no idols about you in you. if they are present rebuke – repent – renew – a bra ca da bra – then return to the land as a struggling swain. forever remaining willing to crucify ones prophet. and knowing that the universe as mind of God has/is dreamed/dreaming you into sustainable being am-ness .
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