Found this in an obscure corner of my hard drive.
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Stimulation of the nation of abrogation in the imagination stations;
of our minds eye.
Maybe our quest to find the other;
is no more then to bring our two brains back together.
To walk inside that living reality,
and know our subconscious is really quiet ready;
to guide us forth, and show us things we cannot see now.
Smash 'em together, gentle is not the matter,
rough like an ocean during a storm,
will bring the ship to the shore;
and probably throw it further up to it's destination or more.
To forth, from with, the in, the out, the out, then in.
Breath.
Push harder, then slower, till one tear forms on the outer;
edge.
Of.
Your.
Eye.
Then go faster; until the plateau.
Never feel fear of what is inner, do you hear?
The trees.
They speak.
For all of us to understand this delicate thing that is reality.
The living moving reality.
It is alive; man.
Stop polluting it, seriously.
Seriously.
This isn't a poem or story any more.
You are choking reality with your normal way of living.
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