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fIssIOn InthE cOrnUcOpIA

Aug 27, 2002 02:58 PM
by Atomma Indraka


Just because we are here doesn't mean you know the name All such entities
share a common clause With sight and touch You may believe that we do not
care Share in our perspective Twin moon rise above the temples crest Thine
eye reaches across plane while touching the world through those in-between
Why do such men with eyes of holy grace see such difference between the
curls to nigh Much words are to be said in place and dey We see not
distance, the eyes role closer and penetrate this minds nigh So thus will be
created The act of a coconspirator? for a cause of reason and reality One
will Shut the door on mine minds eye Reach beyond patterns of a day and
night and a day As The fools look for the award positioning to vent some
cataclysmic approach to a secret way that all such men appeal Outwardly
looking for a name a word a phrase that will open the doors Even such as
they seek to destroy-create In a place in-between Some how choosing a side
before they even begin The universal approach (UNI) divided and concurred in
a sane breath Reach back further beyond between In the likes of reckoning So
do I touch the wounded bird Not in life or in decay Between such portal
where birds are reptiles and mammals sitting aloft Bound to the commonality
of heights Fallen and resin state where we meet again and again in the
gridlock of commings ahead and astray Beyond the vision of the vision In a
place where all parts are but threads all connected and ever present in the
pin top plume depth of water reaching its highest plight centering the
motion of existence and all that is Beyond that of reasoning though
connected And not beyond that of reckoning though confused Two each there
own In between One fact remains pattern presence an argot propositioning The
eighth sphere threads its wine and pushes to completion Breaking down into
ever finer parts all individually perfect and massively hole In the violence
of windows and door shifting back and fourth with the ever existent flow of
energies rapid and impulsive all compounded in reaction (vibration) So to
reach this minds nigh So destined to conceive a truth and not I For I am
between the in-between
Entering the Crowded inner walls dividing places things ideas ov the past
and an uncertain future Lost in the contentment of the ever present now
Opening in ways that share identification of color that turn Life long
crowded towers bleeding time as an essence Numbers rise up and fold down too
in a babies mind to an old frames final place Crowded streets of the one
before (after) I am the only one left (right) that burns wet and touches the
flower of dust and water Each piece when in place turn the hole that binds
Weave wept across the mount in a stay state So will eye see you all there.


Beyond the Way



Signed
SA 




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