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scope sha me en den
September 2008 
Scope
Posted on Aug 24th, 2008
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Shhh
Shhh
Galaxies spin and nebulae fold.
Light roars through crystal space to pummel and sizzle countless
prone surfaces while flows and fields shift and pout and breathe.
A single flaming tip sweeps across my eyes and passes from my sight.
Colors cycle, and flicker, and fade.
During this immersion in sense and perception in the wild and untamed workings of the Body Universal, a spinning flare anchors a thread of me to my own inner places, holding me by the center of my ribcage to a meaning. To a doorway. To a river. To another life.
To you.
Rushing air cools first my left cheek, then left ear, then leg and arm.
I stand, a projection, a small jutte on a tiny surface carved by pummeling and sizzling and shifting and pouting and breathing. A breathing, tiny thing that dwarfs me and still remembers me anyway holds me safely from an endless fall through vast infinity.
Oh love...I am a small thing.
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