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kill rock kill rock dead. ants bugs spider beetle dead. love, that heart, floating above, coming down, making you still. Paralyzed. Dead. A wave, an orange, a smoothness, a blending. Rush, Crush, Hush. Silence afterward.
moist and lovely when we rose together and saw our bodies and we wanted to abandon the world and our duties and to do lists and all the books and papers and other letters. We wanted to say goodbye to groceries dishwashers and laundry. we wanted to roll up in sheets and drown in an ocean of wet little crevices and then just love all day. and do nothing else.
Dad is dead. or sort of he is. only a little. and not by much. He'll be dead someday and I'll speak at his funeral. His friends will come too and I'll talk to them and say how sad the last of his life was. Because it is sad. It's sad what happened. but it's done. that's how it goes, I think. Life is really a lot of suffering. We roll through it.
i came up but went back down. The sun. The heat, the index. the money. stocks live stock all the places that we come from and we return to. we rise from the ground and we return to it. The rise. The chair with the sun set/ sun rise. the both the dual the duality. There are two. but then one. but then none. There is one thing and it comes out of itself. And it never stops returning to that.
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