poured out and pouring still, one and many, scattering about everything, freed from the old containers, the senses meet, merge and leave each others be. A floating homogeneity and its convections, no longer convictions, ah, now it's all life, quivering, revolving, encompassing, overflowing and quiet again. Quivering, overflowing and quiet again. Again. Ag
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