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Monday, September 24, 2012

Loops


I can feel it,
I can taste it,
I can track it.

It arose,
I can identify each linked thought,
I can see the seed of each,
I can surveil the physical discomfort,
As each thought manifests,
As the anger, joy, desire is triggered,
And plays me like an instrument.

Which came first?
The image, the motion, the experience, the pattern,
Matched.
The conversation builds in my head.
An ease to the words that facilitate my anger, my joy, my desire.
Ephemeral.
Hunger is a trigger.
Shapes are triggers.
Sounds are triggers.
Touch triggers.
Sense gates.
'I' is a trigger.
When the quality of consciousness surveils itself.
There is hope.



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