From the Horse's Mouth

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Posted in stream of consciousness by theskinhorse on April 5, 2011

We sleep with raw hands and mouths agape.

Transmutation of these walls and boundaries-

The world opens wide as do I

/I do.

…and I am…

quiet amidst these benevolent tempests.

Air or pneuma (there is no distinction)

courses

as we draw

vectors in the aether.

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