|Germ Of An Idea
Had it all up there;
clear equations formed from cloudy spheres.
Polarised beyond shrouds, a teeming core,
spins out threads from golden ore,
then blows away, your memory's poor.
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Yep. Know the feeling. Very well expressed.
Guess you could say its my state of being
Larry the fog Lark
the origin of peace...
poverty -- albeit the toughest to work for and live with/in.
With poverty comes the serenity of mind that comes from knowing that you have and need fuck all in a material sense.
To fractalfore from Larry church mouse lark
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