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Brahma's Fingers

A rivulet of trepidation courses quietly through a mine filled vein field of trippy nerves that leap at the opportunity to strike a chord be struck and sing crisply being not only seen but smelled touched and sought; the trepidation is beading now that a chorus of cricket thoughts has added itself to the creek song of upstream seams that branch out like Brahma's fingers into infinitely interpretable oblivion.




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