Sleep D Biography

then we can see each other in living
colour culling the kilometres with webs of electronic
far away friendship network beyond embryonic
...

And the sky remained our authority for what was not possible,
Until your last breath bereft of vitality conjured motionless prisms,
crystalline temples through which encoded parallel universes bespoke
innumerable plausibilities that we had not even dreamed of in the saline mists
...

Hermann Hesse
sighed writing glass beads
and
River Phoenix
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Passion's escaping me,
like a flickering, red cloak and little hood,
hot ahead, yet in and out of sight,
not properly presenting for thine eyes
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art's the cosmic bridge between heaven and earth
man's the cosmic bridge between vulgarity and turf
women are the keys 2 salvation
2day is the shadow of tomorrow
...