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Germ Of An Idea

Had it all up there;
clear equations formed from cloudy spheres.
Polarised beyond shrouds, a teeming core,
spins out threads from golden ore,
then blows away, your memory's poor.

20 Aug 08

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Yep. Know the feeling. Very well expressed.
 — davehz

Hi Devehz

Guess you could say its my state of being

Larry the fog Lark
 — larrylark

the origin of peace...

poverty -- albeit the toughest to work for and live with/in.
: )
 — fractalcore

With poverty comes the serenity of mind that comes from knowing that you have and need fuck all in a material sense.

To fractalfore from Larry church mouse lark
 — larrylark