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Out of the Blue, Out of the Way Coming in You

In unnoticeabl awareness, you came there, that was so out of the blue out of the way coming to me, and never again coming thing, though anytime easily recollective.


However so easily time passed through so longer preriod to us, and nobody is exceptional.


Getting anybody aged, nevertheless never swtiched ideas could be attached to my heart, you either couldn't you?


Very small container as our brain must reflect so larger never yet almost infinitely extended spatial memory around tangibility could be put in brain, hence, very small compacted everything must be container to infinity, you know, thereby, necessarily spatially infinity means so logical extent content and factual recognition.


Universe in no border must be at synchronicity with logically taken thinking circuit, that accord makes us time's flatting, in universally extended kind of expansion attending another dimensional condensing autonomous nature contrarily makes stand out only drawing vector.


That perfectly synchonical mobilization around made shrunk and made pumped into being absorbed matching also sprinkled in accord of diffusion and condensation.


After all, jailed amalgam makes being zero as nothing, and makes zero as nothing being in budding into, doing out to figuration in completion standing by emitting anything, in that suppositive reality suddenly, you came there so in carnally dimensional night, I out of the blue bumped into you.


Flashily, any universally radioactive emission changed one fixed very strong pointed wadge, in running into jailed guilty mind fermentation made us another hell's Angels, sprinkling any internally stocked energy for blowing off anything around us.


Snaking dancing bodies gotten twited around into one mass movable around silence and still landscape.


That move goes on even now, in bottom of our minds, it has no end, fundamentally, at the field out of the way, so many out of tower ones seen and tangible to and fro, all along the towhead, any kind of fatality, calmed death acceptors, and vividly active alive ones are all together dancing swinging own waists, looking for and seeking after happiness, in ease, occasionally phantasm, consequently anything could never change by itself.


Only a golden butterfly from ground of ashes lain, here and there, risen, swelled in empty field, out of the blue takes off, ejaculating booming reverbrated all around there, that regeneration must be waited for anything, anybody, in this universe!


Fly around to the inifitely remoted anywhere, you, golden butterfuly, conveying any memory by anything and anybody!



Fly, ride on any gas streaming drifting in empty inifinite space, carrying every vainglory mind ash, because memory thing satisfies us only at just once in whole time.


Fly into infinitely running and sprinkled extension, making parmanence in serial chain so shrunk, that must be ultimate wedging!




Feb.  1st.       2022




Appendix; Absolute entity for absolute presence transcends everything with dead and alive.