This escapade called life
A magic moment in earth time
A garland of seemingly unconnected events
A mystery journey on the coach tour of meaning
A wonder of vibrations
Like the kissing of atoms and their magnetic pulsing
The rushing of a clock that repeats itself
From finish to start
Rolling ever forward or backward
In an age that does not exist
Save in your consciousness of being
Will this adventure have an ending
Or will it retreat unto itself
Then reform in another guise
To be played out in another humming shell
April 1st 2005 PTT
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