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Cow Jumping Over The Moon

massacres appear vainglorious for the victor...what about those who suffer the loss...who have their brains removed as a whole...who cried out with no one listening as the distortions were so grindingly an affront pilgrims and others coming to this new land of glorious possibilities... decimating all in their path of righteousness...ofttimes defending with stalwart support of a misbegotten cause; one might say survival... one might say might say insanity...’cause it survived like a crown of thorns digging into the awareness of all never stopping to say stop...removal of the sanctified pattern is more painful than all of that...where is sacredness, where is reverence more than just lip service. We keep buying this same old stuff strewn with apathy and black fri-days of pain and wanting...having to get up early to consume more and more...why has this sickness come from the mouths of those who are not yet of the light...who are darkening the hearts of all regardless of the saying - I am of the light...can we truly come together to remember enough of the lines of this play to change this outcome? don’t know and don’t know if I care; yet I care so much more than I know the conundrum of wanting to stand in love is not speaking again, who would be the one speaking? I cannot see the truth yet I am beckoned by energies who want to deny the possibilities have run away with the cow jumping over the moon.

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