shed

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05.12.2004

Blue: goes forever, joy, joy; things disappear in it; it too flames and flowers
Brown: dense with gravity; everything turns into it; dense with life

When did humans first personify light?
Though it is, it seldom seems strange that we compare ourselves to light

05.11.2004

You hear ocean's music and know, at last, it's reaching a limit
You die once—unlike being born, you anticipate it

Rules for making love? Who believes they exist?
No rules shape it—it is this and that, not about this and that

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