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The blood thickens and curdleslike old milk left out in a dark, damp room;forgotten, sealed, andputrefying, it is consumedwith out witness.The assaila..
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Incandescent spread,floweringgelatinousin the deep flowing icy-blackarterioles of the arctic current.Life flowering Blue sparks captured in a lens;blu..
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In the golden grasses ofAfricashe stalks the heard, waitingfor the young calve of a wildebeestto stray away from her mother.The Lion mid leaptakes no ..
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As a gift i gavethe sky a mirror,and in return shegave me backmy reflection.I have stared longintothe surfacesof things, and see nowmy image repeatedb..
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The fire flung up cinderssparkling into the branchesof the Black walnut tree.The smoke and heat displacedthe cool air of the night until we couldfeel ..
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In these essays i hope to lay a framework for further development and thought that may extend to the end of my life. I hope for it to be useful as a g..
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It has occurred to me that the broadness of my subject matter makes it unclear as to what my true focus really is. What does it mean to have your foc..
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a personal philosophy as well as a guide into the connections between music the mind and the universe. It is not a scientific discourse though i hope ..
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Black ripplesflower out from the centerof a splash.Life is the stone and deaththe wavepropagatingout,kicking up black mud and slimefrom the bottom of ..
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A crow pecked
the sunken socket
where the eyes once were.
Upon death
all is consumed
all swallowed up
upon death,
The eyes do not lose
t..
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