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some thoughts come at me like

infantry, when it is this my mind reclines

tilting slightly smiling, abrasive countereaction:

there are native memories in my mind

that i sense at a hazy distance
that i may go to meet up close,

and i think the same way

of the loss of culture.

receipt paper

summer was a dose too high
like that extra hit of acid for breakfast-
i'm breaking,
fast!
i've gone and brought back
the place.

so humanity has a spirit, and the energy of it demonstrates generic patterns of personality that are altered by celestial influence

So i say something ridiculous: science
is EVIDENTLY a religion.

a religion-type concept.

it begins with Creation.
it's an unknown thing but
the mystery is curious.
a million people try and interpret,
make sense of it,
speak passionately of it to others,
mostly without conclusive knowledge.

some individuals become very involved
and study it.
they reach personally discovered conclusions
and become mentors. they become Great Thinkers
and even get theories named of them.
they publish books.
sometimes, they have to rewrite the text.

eventually, most people begin to see the 'truth'

though there are always people who know
how to manipulate its power
to create for themselves power
and ultimately
cause immense destruction.

the catholic church hailed with crusades;
america dropped the atomic bomb.

these are the eras of humanity: recently pisces
ascending to aquarius.

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in the fourth dimension there is no time.
there is, actually, no timeline of history
or mysterious future but only
our human consciousness inventing it.

this is what is there: scattered in my thoughts
as i talk to the virgo about partials that disappear
under the scope like they're slipping
through dimension.

i ask her about the string theory.

she says: time is the 4th dimension.

and,
wow:
how
did you
just speak?

time IS the 4th i considered
the 4th to have no Time.

well

that may make meditative sense:



the 4th is a place,
i knew it.

lake concave

in orgasm i swept my hands
across the wet earth
and felt each atom's detail and
felt each thing of air
and each feeling in between.

i felt feeling
and put my hands on it.

in orgasm i moaned
for i had no choice.
i lifted my head, then,
to let sink again
the pulse of this euphoria, and i:
every load of energy pulsated back into me:

i lay my hands down on the wet earth
and moaned.

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i was with
at this time
a She companion; an aquarian soul
very close to i.
in our past she has witnessed me
at my worst and i consider it awful sane
for her to now hear my noise
of pleasure.
i keep myself here
starring up to the Natural Spread Woman
and, truly,
i am in comfort of all i am surrounded with.
i am not shameless,
i am simply, now, without shame.

this is the feminine at climax.
it is the full moon at the height of summer
and with eyes of worship i behold Luna
so tempest and close to earth,
so round and so full.
pregnant on space.
she is in her thrown and bending the water:
i look out at the waters and can plainly see!
they are bent!
it is awesome!
the tide has risen and the body is in tension
though
completely
inviting.

i think of how fearless a woman must be
to feel absolute pleasure.

i grow moist
and subject myself to the waters.
i take off all my human cloth and wear
nothing except what She my mother gave to me.
i am spirited in my existence.
i keep one foot in front the other
and MOVE
until my body is soaked.

Luna! you have behaved me irregular and never before
so natural.
i am without possession or intention of anger.
all these worldly things have vanished for there is
no such means of cultivation of them
in my soul.

i am only with
my
soul
and my womanly
umbilical cord
fixing me deeply
to the universe.

all i have now is this simple pen & paper

instant desire to paint the situation
as saturated excitement
for it is
saturated excitement.
this dark skinned person
and fixed jaw
cigarette dangling
bold profile
that i see exact
as bold profile.
has both quality of child
and man.

i want my paints!
though i cannot wake He sleeping
in the room next
for he is in my mindful heart, too.

all i have now is this simple pen & paper.

i look to absorb what i see: daring innocent
in my stare on his
calm focus.

precious excitement.
how is it
that i am here?
these people did not know me
when they invited me into their home.