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Jacob Peck Jacob Peck
and then… the dream drifts into this the great waking slumber of souls set to a time in Time mechanized produced carted out from the tube’s sullying jacket brought up to serve the great farce and then… i awaken to the wander of “i gotta wake up” dreams to the false reality of “so it seems” to books, barefoot being, silent sitting “am i seeing?” where does the wanderer wish to be, other than Home, in Truth as one’s Infini T? Where I Is… Always and then… the hollows of the heart… bursting, bubbling, beckoning with Life… awaiting recognition !?! what echoes within the heart cave? Does one dare listen and acknowledge one’s self ?
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