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Within the Space In the flow swinging like a sugar glider. And deep enough to retrieve the pearl from the shell. To go from glaciers to glades within the space. These are the gaps and gouges to across. Music has spaces to halt a continuous sound, with writing it is the same. For it to sing in the psyche the clues are in the untold. With too much told there is nothing left to reflect. No reading between the lines because all the lines are met, conclusions are lost. No reason to make the journey. Nothing learned or preceived. With the recording chip that is in my head I write about all that I think and all that is said. Nothing is left out, nothing is clear and a jumbled mess is what appears. |
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