Six and down and the crown of brightness shines from the black that hides no longer. From mental castings and into the ether of the spectrum and scans with rasters. Focus on blur and the whittle away of steady breathing. Listen to that. That's the sound of ears beating into the eyes. Of blowing apart and falling into one. Calmness exudes and breathing is serene in flow.
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
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Kiss of a burning flame full of desire