Life on line, or is it my life on the line, I am waiting in line, it’s the best time good old British time nothing to do but wait…
waiting for god waiting for the bus is it waiting for us the end ,dont make a fuss my friend after all is said and done i one
oneness whole integrated every part of my body filled with light vibrating energy i watch my self as my fingers
move
move me i am moved, moved to tears i laugh without a thought at nothingness this is living this is a timeless
place
placed on the fire carefully with respect the Euell log burned, people sang joyously and the babes slept all night
long
longingly i watched and waited till the early morning wen sweet lovemaking was taking place i seas ed the moment
momentarily i am alive again.
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