Proper property not had traces feet



Distance in three flight

Fight winds fight

Alone but with all

Memory in yours existences


Blind hands
Open eyes
Out feet
Slammer
Sound
Coming around
Take wind
Go to sind 
For given one trace
Mark that lost
Never more fake reality
Past not coming
Future not staying 

Today to go

Now is unknown
Among faith and road

Halfway between the street and the packed church living alone who is with all animal trapped

Free man be silent quiet spectacular wonder of a shout be quiet scream as a shadow

It is witness to the light

Clarity

Proper decision

Action 
Long way for meeting 



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