i want to tic with kerouac in the shiveringest of places.

mind does not matter if mind is over matter.

that place.

i see him.  i feel me there.  i sense him beside me; red wine exhales and musty clothing.

he is my breath, my thoughts, my words.

i understand; no explanation extended.

i just simply do.

 

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