WHAT?
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Facedown in the graveyard: lose a toy?
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Even when the eyes close the Eye looms.
Closing for good completes the looming.
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Tears it right out of our hands? Bizarre.
“Bizarre” is prior to the tearing.
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As macula is clogged with thoughts vast periphery stares.
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Curated thoughts: strategic hunger.
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Wanting
is a river not a drain.
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Bodymind as fountain of light and blinding lampshade.
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Bow to the unbowed, OK, but then unbow.
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You don’t talk about wide-openness because you don’t see it or you second-place it.
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When openness surprises with it’s wide-open mouth respond in kind!
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Sensing is unauthorized.
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Are you looking for newness Newness?
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Harmony is melody.
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Assertions and negations die here outside the skull.
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Feargreed presses its point, draws blood.
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I practice what I preach by not practicing what I preach.
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Insights: wrong. Affirmations: crimes.
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Salivating mind swivels: “Next?”
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The difficulty is that this simplicity is blatant.
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What happens is, the eyeballs turn back around.
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That face appears to be wrapped around something fake.
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Stick out your arm. (You've reached it.)
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Loosening the reins is risky unless you’re riding the Earth.
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Practice is doubt.
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This place was not prior, it’s concurrent.
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Immediate physical reckoning: with the effects of sticky thinking.
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Muscle memory of the diaphragm blows through thought-litter.
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Running red lights turns them green.
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Fear of the absolute density of oblivion creates it.
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Wisdom comes from a depth that isn’t wisdom.
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This snake sheds conclusions.
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Burst out laughing, run like hell.
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My anti-sect sect is the worst.
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You’re spraying yourself in the face with ink.
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The judge is coughing on a mirror.
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WHAT
is right in front of your face.
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Direct-mind-straight-line-
Indirect, mind, circle,
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Hesitation and doubt are void.
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No border between self-torture and bliss no transition.
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Confirmation? It confirms itself.
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Cold wisdom’s effect is a flash-like unlocking, a sudden vista.
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It’s not the selflessness, it’s the immediacy.
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“Empty” means it’s not a container.
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Complicating is caught.
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Recognition quicker than thought.
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Stickiness at the bottom of the out-breath: doubt-tar, fear-tar, dregs, corpse.
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Grip is cupped.
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Chest and abdomen get brainwave-torqued.
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An unrelenting mental crunch hurts organs.
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Death is not a realm. Life has no realm.
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Black dot, white field: doubt, seen.
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Abrupt and ceaseless facefull of transparency.
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Ladders-to-ladders populate minds.
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Life in service to poetry, poetry in service to the poetry of life.
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Seizure
not poetic trance, then gibberish, silence, seizure…
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