Flowing again in another direction. You cant stop everything, that would be the end of it all - so we don't stop, we change.
Words words words words words, never-ending. Forevermore the most important and least open. Always has been. In my left ear Dorham is pulsing through time, bringing it into eternity long after those first ripples were captured and recreated in new dimensions. And now in a sun drenched plateau my mind succumbs.
There were four of them today, pulsing through my fingers and caught on the blackstick for later digestion. It would seem the best thing to do is take my time, find the right grooves and start from there.. develop everything separately with a mind to destroy it all together.
Flight, weightless, height, compression, light, breath, curve, clouds, cold, spin, up, black, grip, home.
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