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    take wing sparrow;
    depart your crooked nest of twigs
    the sky is a more colorful sight
    take wing sparrow;
    vaunt amidst the mistral tumults
    dizzy then plummet the wings
    take heed sparrow;
    every day is a capricious zephyr for feathers

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    Exclamation We are all fallen angels

    WE ARE ALL FALLEN ANGELS

    If I may go to heaven,
    when I am six or seven,
    I will live and grace the Earth
    to show everyone my worth.
    I would also like to leave
    with my friends Adam and Eve.
    Grant this wish and I will fall
    and clip my wings for them all.
    "I am time, never-ending time. I am the creator who sees all. I am Death that carries off all things and I am the source of things to come...I am the One source of all..."

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    =((((= Pisces =))))=

    Ever so tenderly I'm touching you
    Reaching out within the waves
    Wind and water know me sailor
    An adept of the deep blue sees

    Surveying the circumference
    In flight my shadow bound
    Wings outstretched wide open
    I crawl across the ground

    Higher than most dare imagine
    Lower than I pray any could perceive
    I've sailed peacefully among the stars
    Faithfully through treacherous deeps

    A traveler of the heartlands
    Where waves of emotion roar
    I've walked within countless footprints
    Crashed into eroded shores

    I've drowned in unbearable sorrows
    Bathed in showers of light
    Been consumed by the fire of passion
    Born anew as the flames ignite

    Ever so tenderly I'm touching you
    My heart you hold in your hand
    Dear soul I'm here to remind you
    Love be at your command

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    Curtains of misted humanism
    Brush the vision of closed eyes... Crossed legs
    Skimming tops of primordial swell from the mind of a spinning compass
    Funneling the dripping answer where inward is all direction...all eternity
    We war in a mind penning its own opponent
    parting the very land that is known to be land
    pacing thoughts shed anew perpetually

    Wisdom does walk this way
    Knowing, being its halting swing
    Deviating the laws of natural motion...garnering visions sight from mere glimpses of that which is unobtainable...
    Take up the stick fashioned for the sage
    Step the walk inhaling the wind of insight
    The path of few takes hold
    I meet its gaze for I call it with silent words from breath to breath.

    MF
    'Cometh the hour, cometh the man.'

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    Cool There is only that which can contain love: you-nity.

    Ecstasy weighs on me, pleasantly, like Gravity...
    Certain moments, I can sense my Immortality.
    Show me how something cannot be Perfect/Destiny.
    There is nothing, other than Infinite Harmony...
    All which can be is only Light, incidentally.
    Solemnity stays, since nothing can be too heavy.
    You and I exist, to make one constant melody...
    "I am time, never-ending time. I am the creator who sees all. I am Death that carries off all things and I am the source of things to come...I am the One source of all..."

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    Cool THE LAW OF ONE: GOD IS EVErything

    THE LAW OF ONE: God is Everything


    Everything is: just a work of art.
    Everything is: a part of a part.

    Everything is: just the work of God.
    Everything is: The Endless Facade.

    Everything is: Outside and Within.
    Everything can be, since it has been.
    "I am time, never-ending time. I am the creator who sees all. I am Death that carries off all things and I am the source of things to come...I am the One source of all..."

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    Cool The Infinite Wound

    I am a wound which cannot heal;
    there is nothing I can conceal.

    I see all there is to reveal;
    I have felt all there is to feel.

    Ignorance makes things more surreal;
    the now is, always, the ideal.

    We shall, always, have time to kill.
    "I am time, never-ending time. I am the creator who sees all. I am Death that carries off all things and I am the source of things to come...I am the One source of all..."

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    Cool I am Gravity permanently ascending.

    There is no mystery bigger than Gravity
    and Separation is needed for it to be.

    I can be happy just because I am alive
    and I feel no (overwhelming) need to survive.

    Everything I love (I am sure) I could let go;
    I feel like a black hole that's watching my own show.

    A black hole is likely nothing but Gravity
    so Gravity must be nothing other than me.
    "I am time, never-ending time. I am the creator who sees all. I am Death that carries off all things and I am the source of things to come...I am the One source of all..."

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    playing games with gravity and winning...for the moment, anyway.


    FLy High Sir ..

    "Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

    Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew — And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. — John Gillespie Magee, Jr

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