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The code to the lock on the motherlode,
cascades of sequential understanding fueled by love and other emotions and
beauty and things, wild flowers and beetles on leaves upside down, the royal blue in the sky, swells of red later, moistures here and there
my muscles are tired from long walks up mountains, my skin feels like me everything can tell me something and I know how to listen, i'm open, i want you to know me
it's young to be me, i don't know how to fall, a crow is nearby, i saw a yellow bird with a reddish head, things aren't ugly anymore
i hear trains at night, I pull my pillow over my head, it's cool and dark, i want to go to California for the weekend soon, there are waves there and people too
i build things that stay built, i'm simple though i am learning to flow, i saw Femi Kuti
mexicans are angels sometimes, i eat lettuce and a lot of fruit, whatever is cheapest, it's good, it
helps me to sit my head between the shoulders of the universe, everything is me, nothing can resist itself
in health, humble, a rippling breath whispering something sweet to be carried softly atop the water, over and around red rocks and fallen trees, cool, soothing, free...
everything is me
"Motion of the Ocean Lotion Rubbing together Like kindling sticks creating forest fires ~Slow Burn~ My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis
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