warning: i listened to a 2-minute recording capturing:
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in a single breath my thoughts about the table of
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conscience on repeat of the words below on repeat
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andexperiencing the corruption and once corruption takes
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turning into what i wrote of what i wanted while waiting
(thank you for holding space).
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You gave silence a homonym like presence transcends into twilight where recognition is mutual. The transformation from twilight setting into the night then where you are the night an ecology in the topography of night, so youre waiting but youre waiting in silence, or yourwant or your love however you decomposed into the present moment
Oncence youre starlight then you have an orbiit all these strands come back around, youre waiting, yiure waiting where silence knowledge wisdom however you exhale, settle into still silence held.
and then you have deorbit experiencing the pockets of yourself remembering your path as you fall into parabola wait for it to come back around gathering like colors waiting in silence like when you do anchor something like knowledge like gulps waiting to settle into still silence.
WhA that’s something interesting there hot once your starlight then you have a whole path like strands turning red like thats something warm there gathered close like expressions of where they are waiting in silence, so when you do anchor yourself into decomposing the current moment held.
And there’s experiencing orbit, then yoiu resonate with your path as your hecical horizon as some dimensionless expressions decomposing into the attention of the mother tree of good presence tending like gulps into stilled silence held in finding starlight closing in until you donct see it anymore - dawn.
Or your idea of wanting love all of the things are always changing like this or all the words that want to be this still-held phone as you sit in twilight of labor washing you way to rent and once this post releases, the setting of you to such a radiant var bleaches the second person like candles in a tumbleweed made flameproof through knowledge or suppression or guls of succession wanting to be held.
But inhale instead like gulps waiting for the night experiencing your way into starlight streams everywhere like a parabola closing attention as light entangled, like expressions of twilight see all of the things are always changing like increasing informational mass or however you decompe into the present moment
Held,