showering conciousness (note and word)

showering conciousness

sowered with drowsy jello,

play reptile and barely escape

the morph with sleep

a tough call

to dodge a bullet

before it is more than kinetic,

before it is more than a sigh

pregnant with exclamation

trepidation

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i send you this part

because it sums up and echoes

what i told u about not regretting (the experience).

and the deal i learned from it

how when i told u

that it taught me about primal instinct and survival

as well as patience.

about waiting out,

about depravity,

about the spectrum of pain and pleasure

about the gusty sands that separate them,

about how one flows on to the other and back,

about how to derive relief from everyday things

i never once knew that music was such this healer,

an enhanced creation

a turnkey door opener,

i do now

that and many other things

about and from different ends of the spectrum,

and of course the void,

i learned about nothingness

the serenity of its peace

and the darkness of its death

but there is nothing more to learn,

the mind, body and soul frequently talk of this

but who ever listens?

for long enough anyway ?

and that is why i think

it would be grand if u should read it.

it says something to the gist of ,

" i boarded at a time when it seemed

that all my sentience was thirsty for this,

from before i ever touched or knew of it,

and i quit at a time

when my cells could no longer

play host to it "

" i shall now look in to the real paths, never mind the shortcuts "