j12 : late bloom along a way , study

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all shapes in colors of consciousness
we shift from the one to the other
our mind juxtaposes our restlessness
thus thinking the next will be better

in just such a manner
strolling and seeing
lusts formed from the matter of
a circuitous reasoning being
.

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are we not the best
at so framing our lives
vignettes of a process
as never arrives

yet transcending the sensual
where these merge with those
lost moments essential
last blush, fading rose
.

j08 : away from home away from home

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awakening here and there and leaving or , as if you might park it
the grand vehicle of your alleged self , all as if you're just who you seek
each universe left there , to walk away home
you’d be then outside , there is no outside
only an inside , universe or maybe
as if nested containers , dolls , within a somewhat more so as do
.

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daughters have mothers each one and all , on down these myriad halls of time
all smaller and smaller , each from within her ubiquitous a priori
'til finally the largest seen to reside , within a mere smallest
heaven asleep in its mustard seed
or we who all have all our opinions of views , and some who now cling
to others who merely , just walked away home
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