the sound of Om
not a way of nothing but
considerations
consciousness apparent in
the transparency reverb
numbers of value play stations
that are only entertainment born out of
mistaken loss of division
between the living
and what's moved on
into pure consciousness
that liquid guru for your machine
it needs some ether really
no objections necessary
the miscontruction of the objectionable
a freedom that chooses misery for itself
Validity is subjective
with nothing beyond a spectral continuance
all of the universe existing in consciousness
and so ring your bell
or invent a nightmare in the name
of your personal reality
lift happens even on the consciousness of stones
no hierarchy is substantial enough to withstand
the function of perfection.
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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