"... Only the immeasurable realm of thought locked in a nut shell ..."

 Uncritical, speckled acceptance

Fleeting clouds of consciousness.

The feathers of existence.

A lonely whisper in the voices of the crowd.

The first sip.

Dark as a starless night

Tar gulp.

Kids

Noiseless cathedrals

Endless corridors

Rushing torrents.


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