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It's the beginning of the turn,
The silence filling into the rooms.
Like the course was known to the point
Of such a turn.
Everything is for a reason.
They are the repeated words,
Repeated words that people give.
Under the do course, filtering onto the end.
Beyond the notion,
Where separation sinks in.
This madness kicks in,
Holding the crippling pieces apart.
Undertow pushes the parts away.
Hidden words are surfacing.
Just a moment ago, everything becomes,
Vacant.
Down to the current of spiral waves.
The sun giving into it's last breath for the day.
Repeated on the day in,
And on the day out.
The silence filling into the rooms.
Like the course was known to the point
Of such a turn.
Everything is for a reason.
They are the repeated words,
Repeated words that people give.
Under the do course, filtering onto the end.
Beyond the notion,
Where separation sinks in.
This madness kicks in,
Holding the crippling pieces apart.
Undertow pushes the parts away.
Hidden words are surfacing.
Just a moment ago, everything becomes,
Vacant.
Down to the current of spiral waves.
The sun giving into it's last breath for the day.
Repeated on the day in,
And on the day out.
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Your words always caught a certain notion of living-dream (for me, that is) that I find truely amazing.