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before I sleep
in second sight
remember the happiness
that breaks through all sadness
samskara
those plumb moments of night
when the heart is a well pump
the cheese tasted like silicibin
I wonder if I'll trip
beware the dwarf in the red mack
death is a loom
we thread the clothes of life in
know the signs
as they will guide you
in their uncertainty
Nineveh numbers
that sting us along the road
of unknowns
better to know than simply be
if that is true then so are you