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Stories pour from my third eye in an iridescent stream of emerald green light. CONSCIOUSNESS HAS NO COLOR. And one day my consciousness will transcend the mere shape of a letter./ The slippery sound of a sentence slithering snakelike from the space in between your lips. Trading the velvet vocal vibrations of my throat for silence's silken texture.

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Astro Pherik

Date: 11/18/2009 7:13:00 PM

Brooke, this is absolutly gorgeous! your words flow, in definitly made the ink in my mind bleed, much love!

Ernilando Tugaff

Date: 5/1/2009 10:10:00 PM

Brooke, wish you the best of lcuk in the world of poetry. God bless. Ernilando

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 4/30/2009 4:41:00 PM

Now that is wonderful alliteration. I like the./ that looks like a little sliding board down which the slippery sounds can transcend along with your consciousness...Fun Write! D-SJ

Nadia Shahwan

Date: 4/30/2009 3:59:00 PM

Sounds nice. It looks like a brochure. Pls consider a poetry structure because it is meaningful. I wish you all the best.