A Little Something Extra

Brokie I just sawomething else from what I have seen and I do not know I think it maybwors,  e  s,hich is to ay, I think itmay have defeated me. s w 

i am in the process of figuring it out.

i am in the process of discovering what lies ahead, 

• always the same direction
• i will never not be in the process
• I be

everything is part of the process, that was ordained by god. nothing the son of god can make can be apart from god’s will, no matter how barbaric, in an effort to outrage his father. god can make “.. can make apart from god’s will”, he’s that cool

no matter how slow I go i am always headed in the right direction, 

different only from other by 

each other in believing 

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look, he’s articulating the truth

 the process of a/the same direction a  

somebody’s heard or else it wouldn’t exist

don’t worry about it

i/we slow myself down,

ps so how do I change? for change is what I see is needed.

     but the idea of change excludes the idea onwhich it was born. this leavesme 

     puzzled as to how I can conclude that what exists doesn’t exist, by my 

     calculation of/by it  

     how do I purify?

     I decide 

     the pretty thing that it’s name cannot hide

     though it slips away with pressure

slip, slip, slip through time. my thoughts are a cloud, pretty, if allowed to be filled with essential stuff

always just ahead, always just behind

didn’t i conclude something 

about,

and then it’s gone

hidden in the clouds