http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5zMERm54_8
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Let the vagrant sifting quantities of tune
that pale March light suggests as it begins
Let the vagrant sifting quantities of tune
that pale March light suggests as it begins
to tumble towards the night bestow their
strange alluring modal breaths – occluding
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expectations – framing inner sight: so that
what starts to fill you up is something like
the brightness that the blind might conjure
in the mind as they begin to find that
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somewhere in the Universe exists experience
of seeing. Is the soul a thing that hauls up
psychic sludge, transmutes the blob into
a lucent being? Does it always do its job?
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