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from the fringes of consciousness the spirit that belongs not to time insinuates a sudden sense of strangeness unravelling the thread that is to guide me thru this silent labyrinth buried in the dark substanceless corridors of thot dreams whisper the real solution but in the loneliness of utter isolation silence distorts my thinking mutating it towards something ungraspable -- just beyond the edge of understanding over the threshold... beyond the forgotten end... i begin touching what i had once only glimpsed of the great unknown a sense of the infinite flowers the day after eternity & i remember no beginning... ~~norman e. masters |
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