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my cold hands stretching to the earth
mother veins break the ground, breathing into me my last breath
a sence of love not for one or all but for us as whole
a vomit vitriol beauty, an illusury view

i hope i always feel in-perfect
without form or sence of self, only energy and light
a storm rages below me, ionospheric i soar beyond
the nest egg whore of life
never ending always standing parralled intersecting

and out here there is life, solid standing form
an escape from what i wish i knew
being without the name
titless we walk towards a nameless never ending goal
a theta alpha reality that forces us home