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Naked Thoughts...

 

I swallow rain drops that fall with the echo of crystals
Dripping into nowhere,
And out of nowhere emerge these naked words,
Naked thoughts of a naked child,
Whose primitive timeless soul
Beholds
The eyes of every man that ever was,
My own eyes,
No longer blinded by any vision,
No longer bound by any thought.
They are
the
Naked thoughts of a naked child.

 

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