What’s the possibility of joining my mind time travel to it’s own reality, where East walks South as they circle around each other sweeping up the West all holding the hands together with North, cultures and generations of living, dead, saint and sinners, a circle for no beginners,no winners, gathered through out in a realm of sawdust and blood. The sun sets around each person as they light up the night. Their fires ageing within a space of a thimbles sigh. No one knows the other and we never ask why. Trembling upon the sight of love, bacon grease and calamity.
My relation to this situation seems to be to much pain to cover over and erase the dead, to much sorrow to cry, to much pain to die, in to much of everything we lie, concentrated, dedicated to those who have gone awry, captivated, emasculated, perorated, frustrated with legitimate proof of sanity.
Exactly!!!
FTBAS 9.30.11
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