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ThreadSmokeys
The First Morning (again)
now Hear my
SONG to
YoU
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práyér
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compoșed∞of∞
old∞medicine",
&∞flowerŠ"''
Ådmiration
& mine
love
in...
Grati-
-tude
iN a
SONG
I=sing
drink
in thè
warm˚
drinK.˚˚
…Lēt it””
Êntęr YOU
open up &
drink Me
theseSWurq
∆˙©ƒ bOoks
mY WordS
AS
it is
yes
I
0
U
do
I
O
U
iT is
alls’’
wayŞ
‘The…
' '"Fîrst…
MmÖrnįng
ęŸĒ
ŠèåşŠ
I am I
am I again?
as A soft brush
strokes my face.
the hair of each
bristle Izz
is gliding
across
my
Face
I's Bee
I is I
I live
aye? I
to live,
Alive Aye!
a life
I live I
IisI
my
nnnndamp
chinuk
cheek feels
Oil and Water
bego color me.
Another stroke and
my second heart breaks
My soft warm blood-filled
compass feels freedom
as the clay crumbles &
the needle spins
round to north
again.
The
nitrogenous,
oxygen-laced
gasses fill
the
small
red muscles
in my
chest.
familiar?
or foreign?
Ifits's very
difficult
deuteramine.
what this IS
Anything…
Anymore?
moorS
or
are
our
Őårìņg ån
Oh-ring
A ring
RingS
oh that
ring-ing
RINGS on
ring
I
?
IT
It IS it!
It permeates ÀLL
Ęverýthįng.
ǏȚ ĮȘ, is it?, …Or…?
‘ ‘“I can’t escape its touch”’ ‘
It permeates every IT
She laughs at IT.
no at I, eye sea, NO?
AT it, At IT,
IT? I stare
at IT
The I is
U? No, NO
THE I IS YOU
THE
thee
Tea-
He
Ñò,
NO
JUST
TRY the
TRY
TRY I
TRY
Me
U
&
I
IT
HE
HER
tHEy
WE
then
the
soft
perfume
is drawn in
this signals
the dawn
and is
drawn
off
into
my
lungs by
another
stroke
of her
brush then
one more strong
pull from
HER
hands
are our oar
is IT?
IS
I an I
or is
I an us?
Us, U, we
eer A wee
whisper
I struggle I
to hear it,
...but it is
pointless
Until
Şhe paints _
in my
ears
With
her words...
& her brush
sssssssssiiiignn-hsss
hsssssings-ssssssssound
That herssssss s-
ing -ing noissss
I know thisssssss
that hissing
hisssssssss
the gasssssssss
hiss
sssingingssss
rushessssssssooouund
The first sound.
the hissing gas.
thën it becomes
the first of
all sssssung songs
ssstaartssss by
thissssss
hissssssss.
the first…
I no longer
remem-hhhssssssss
burrrrrrrrr
now how
’’’it starts
but stops
briefly
then
hssssssssss
The
First
MuŠic.
begins
again
IT is
begun
thén again
as the first stone,
then proceeds the
_first WALL as it first_
___ _________________
- - - — — — - -
comes bubbleing up
ƒrom the hot
pressurized
depthsss
ssslowly
cooled
over
100’s
of millions
of years. When
the stones firstfell
in love with oxygeň
it is BEFORE is IT
before flowerȘ
before large
lizardŚ
thåt
could
bathé
n the
ļįght
ábovę
the large treẽș….
even 'fore rose those..
brighter, then? yes & no
But not as good
somehow. now
the sweet colonę
coughed up by
our Planet's
First
Inhabitants.
alone but in love
‘’’with rock n stone…
made use of the light
& when minglĘ’’
A chilD Is
Bornę
of…this Union
It crumbles to a pile
on the cavern’s cold floor
Before the first Wooly Rhino
offers ITS flesh to feed HER young
Before the first hairs from its hid
are collected and then bound
She visits the cavern often
Made her first brush
here in there She
scoops up
the
Red dust
& there IN
that Silence IT
I stays eyez I
I eyes with I’s
mez w/ me
for’’’’’
ooo
it
IS
A
million
more
years
that goes
passed us
before
she sings
the next
verse
to
me.
to
o
I
Ω
its
the
end?
But then
‘’’its Abridged"
V
e
r
y
l
o
n
g
but
easy to
traverse.
it’s here that
I find her and
she sings
another…
verse.
my eyes
open
….Or,…
is it
my heart
that now
sees?
become
open
IT
IS
import-
ant no longer
it is long known
that color has……
a non-relevance
...in dreams at least'''
holds no weight
now here either
offers no insight
conveys_______
No information
∞
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