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OM (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

What is the mask She wears.. oh widow, She walks and talks Mumbling.. But saying Nothing. Fool, consumed Confused, hazed Forever changing Becoming one with All.. Above it, With balance, No emotion, but all Emotion, in balance. Clear is the mask, Transparency for the Ones who see.. Then the mask Is illusion, And they can see What these calm Skies see. - Om.

Bachus 23-Jun-03/6:04 AM
Your stance here? Amazing, simply finger gag me to death regalishly amazing. You my friend have just overdosed on plaid and wool socks. Because I can feel it, your absolute indifference to you pretending you're absolutely indifferent through sheer fact verses fiction being in what you positively know to be your total and complete control. I wonder who's more emotionally obliterated me, you, or Supremely head in the clouds? Not that it makes a widdled coaster of a difference anymore since I've been inducted into the "Stall of none came" I can die knowing i was better at being a booty than a sock on the foot of a Leper named Afrony Oopsthatsmyear. i've led a privalidged millenium, how you feeling? Your metaphysical mask bit, spurned me to write Donning an Ass-Mask, is it safe. A retrospective of better times to be, enjoy the day aye.




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