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By craig2

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As thing meets nothing only where there is life, a spark of primal force meets smoky essence kindling toward some stellar Capricorn event. In thrusts of gilded splashes or softened strokes through misty haze, messages in blinding smear each a wave of blinding heat, each to crest, break then blend, each to swell and soar again. This mass of nothing plane tides in ocean-like response to the thingnesses of tangible wherewithalls, becomes the only border, seers the final spectacle. Written December 19th, 2001 © on Feb 20 2002 03:40 PM PST   0 • 10

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