The waving soul is everywhere made of thoughts and words of thousands minds and mouths.
The living breath has spread through the dust of trembling steps.
Constantly expanding and again slow back to its origin the unpredictable unnecessary shape.
The dehydrated scratches
of multiple hands
manipulate from dust and bones to gears, to dreams and defeats.
No
awareness necessary
No shape, no line, no origin.
The breath's unvolontary.
The breath's unvolontary.
The stitches
form heart to heart,
and act to act,
and will to will,
might not be visible not intentional.
The stitches
form heart to heart,
and act to act,
and will to will,
lie with no need of being visible.
These random moves hide the harmony like neural sparks lead to a thought
Now moves are faster and higher the hazard
of drawing a path from causes to effects.
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