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I wasn’t ready for ME, yet I was somehow prepared.
  
The silence of your brash voiced intent, it is felt so long ago, that we feel we must still put in an act. We are terrible re-actors groping for what we cannot alone have. It is the unnatural, money specifically, that sets the limit and the sky has none. Do WE?
  
(Isn’t that everything in the eternal formation, limitless?)
  
Yes, but it isn’t fearful or dreadful or warful or violent…lifespan to lifespan, it is loves forgiveness that creates peace. Let us all, sisters and brothers, understand the same thing and then let us begin to think it together, to just consider it, a brush with the rarest of truths to me… When something takes the breath away, it’s usually when you need it.
  
(And?)
   
[something occurs]
  
Are WE alone within ourselves, not introverted or extroverted, but a well-acquainted balance, within our heads, where WE are the same ONE, each just another of the many of ONE?
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© 2023 Mark R. Prime

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