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Highway Hypnosis: 4
Not Pure Not Evil Alive Aloof Unconcerned Unaware A dark ghost Forged from secret material In a mysterious place Spirit more than intelligence A soul-dusted desert blurs in the corner of intuition while Surpassing light The throttle twisted to impossible velocity The vanishing point mindless, without dimension A vague, cellular knowledge of transparency, an imperceptible tingle of understanding worming it’s way through mind Infinitely more subtle than the thunderclap of being watched.
Copyright 2004 Winterhorse
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