...If you traveled around like in the beat gen.... perhaps... in search of Kerouac's karma...
eventually departing Newton and the breathing Earth.... blazing by quantum chaos... it's burps and blinking, merely a bedspread over deeper unknowns...
diving, faster and faster, were time's antique clock tinks once more... then halts....
...somewhere you pass Big Sur... below, warm gestures from an old figure near the coast...
...soon you arrive at our point particle....
...the ultimate and only basis..
... a buzzing, humming, singing elemental energy...
... energy imparts all else... all else is energy...
at its core, everything is made of strings energy... including our souls.
And now the journey must end, so it seems...
... and what will you find at the end of all universes?
you, one.. step.. behind now.
Welcome back.
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The rain won't stop today.
Around me is grey... too cold for Spring...
But I like my voice as I sing...
I feel lazy, sleepy kinda blue,
and ruffled of melody you.
I saw your words and sharpie tattoo,
they layer me
as sunless valley dew.
magic princess tales,
instruction and mission...
angst... convolutes to this sweet fruition
and I.... I watch the zag zig of water drip
tea grip
love sip
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