Because there are no bodies
there are no minds
only these seams sewed
these sowed seems waving in the wind
Because there are no bodies
there is only movement
and motions forward motion away
the felections of reflexivity rolling like waves
Because there are no bodies
there can be no realities
only randomly exvlusive acts
and the situational encounter
Because there are no bodies
only the raw, storeless days
these few sorrowful hours
there is only Life
Moving in waves like fists.
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