Listening, to inner voice, peeling off the hurts, hammered memories. You dropp the answer and throw back the question. Something was totally amiss Absence overtakes the presence. The shadow was more frightening. No movement, A lull before a flash, then explosion. The limbs will fly. The ending of thought or beginning of emptiness? A green death starts thinking. This is so insightful and a delightful read i love the vast continuations into thoughts and dreams. YOur head is a wonderful disneyland for mental function and creativity. I wonder where you get it all. I am fond on your strutrure and want to know where you get that kind of engery to create such a masterpiece. Its it that your a genius or somekind of professional artistian who I have never heard of . Can you be a true poet who has al lthe energy to kill time with these wonder ful words. Thank you. - KFC, Colin J, Kansas
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