A body in space and time, drifting off towards an eternal void, high in the sky, process the flow of unthinking.
empty not discontent; flourishing like fuschia waves wrapped around the pot like brain.
no body, no where.
reiki for the matterless, intensifying the intramural peace, pouring freely, enchanting the quantum of what can be.
uncanny.
electric blackness fills the sinking opening.
visions of the unknown/unseen.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2020 17:43
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Comments1
I never knew there was so much in knowing not. This seems an awful lot to know in 'not knowing!' lol.
Haha I know right?
I know not why you stand on your head all the time. I'm gonna try it! lol.
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