05/01/06I long to drift(along the bordering vagueness of my being) unmindful of purpose, unaided by sense- perception of what is lacking. Identity, the core of my questionable core, remains possessed by bounds I have not the wantonness to dismiss. But in my dreams, unconfined, I am free to drift, to fail (free from ache) to recognize my own unfettered self scattered to compose various faces and voices, tarrying shadows and unstrained hush of strangers birthed in dreams, encountered with the most fleeting of my cares. How I long to drift, ceaseless. Without desire of form. Or direction. There, but unseeing and unseen. Undefined. =======================
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