no days now just waves of silent blood
will you run from the flood?
no start now just stop
stop
stop
i speak to mother under my feet
and with each step
smooch
smooch
smooch
first there was blood
Chaos
or is it vital sweet rivers of chi
First there was me
then
fire
and so much ease
we fell asleep temporarily
and dreamt this suffering
no hours now just instant
constant creation
plenty
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