by Chris Finocchiaro
Sleep walking wide awake, talking without saying a word, telepathically transmitting a message
That means next to nothing, unconscious to oblivion and it's identical twin dealing with
Genesis. As life's procession parades on, as divine intercession glides down, midnight
Saviors and high noon harriers are screaming without making a recognizable sound.
A slow motion instant replay of tomorrow's newscasts from some Nebula outside of our
Universe of opposites. An anti magnetic gravitational sensation, floating, gyrating, and
Traveling a light year a second, wow, what a blast of a beam. As light transmits sight, as
Light is the way and the means, let the light shine on down.
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