I put the shell to my ear
and I listen,
listen to the sound,
the sound of my blood,
my blood rushing
rushing through my hand.
From my hand, the sound,
the sound flows
and I listen,
caught in a tide,
a tide of sound,
sound that takes me,
takes me ever closer,
ever closer to the source,
deeper
into the shell,
into my blood,
deeper
into the source.















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"Are you making fun of us?"
"It's the universe that makes fun of us all."
"Why would the universe that makes fun of us all?"
"I dunno, maybe it's insecure."
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"Are you making fun of us?"
"It's the universe that makes fun of us all."
"Why would the universe that makes fun of us all?"
"I dunno, maybe it's insecure."
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