Spheres Of Consciousness

We are
Time travelers;
our spheres
Ones of consciousness—
Capsules we document,
Carry with us—

In that dark covered
The worms of light
glow…

Days of life
Stilly flow;

Ripples of texts
Come and go;

No secrets from the worms,

Their purvey of the grave—

Devourers who crave
The pulp of spirits,

Read every word
Into syntax,

Rightly edit
Then prompt to save—

Spheres Of Consciousness

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Joined February 2008

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