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worlds as there are so many as there are words Here each with a state of their own inside this cranky change that bring the killers out of their cages creeping for some way to achieve the ordinary criminal tactics sour to a humanity that birthed them from chaotic swirling sea of human activity translated into multiple directions of attention brittle at once as they seem supportive to these different ideas of a self pulled out from the womb where the tiniest microcosms of life have the chance to evolve beyond cold material awareness lodged in the bowels of animal existence shifting and quaking constantly, panic is attacking loudly without a reach to calm or curious affectation once all of the dust settles clear finding victory with whosoever steps forward first from clashing energies as witnessed by only those whose eyes can see the images lingering after invisible waves reactive have distorted enough of the pictures biased minds choose to be revealed as the harmony of creatures in which life and living is the magic as it shapes this exterior substance followed as lawful ritual creating basic structure, and that’s it… once born is the frame of reference considered to transmute after the fact is happening that we cannot at all ever seem to keep up with the out there whose movements are fearsome in their total reconstruction of an external landscape to which we appear as only a small part of the greater whole as the gravity of this sucking vent tries to tear away our soul both collectively and individually, but one does not need to allow these things to weigh so heavily on our collective shoulders when as worry and fear are all generated by the mind fueled sometimes by the perspective lens of ego as mental filtration system perhaps if the brain is not rewired by those federal agents inside of us with their chain gang strut of power used abusively to try intimidating or arresting those not following orders they were born into when all are viewed as vermin hues writhing upon the sinking ship as it voyages beyond this faithful dimension estranged from human choices when those evil voices of commerce roll through as rough traffic dropping clues and debris as layers building efforts fought for when wishing for a righteous strain to justify every action, in worlds of a flippant human appeasement gathering each other together for distracting celebrations from hidden in the majority surrounded by those who do not care but would rather to mock and betray the notions of human as one of many skins to be shed falling away perhaps revealing another distinctive saint narrowing the belief into beams of false truth supportive of who had created them as avatar to a godform forcing people to dance with the myths and fables left to those of us still moving through this reality interlaced between dimensions barely mentioned by anyone in the out there because these particles are part of who it is we are capable of becoming even though this human distortion throws us for the proverbial careless loop…

Thanks, khet.