In the essence of what has always been we find the common thread among us all that carries the sweet fragrance of peace and the rhythmic sounds of joy. Where no one will or has ever been put asunder and exclusivity was but a mirage of what reality really is. It has been in this systematic machine that has been mobile without an actual motor, that has programmed the precious mind of man/woman, using man/woman, as the source in which it's existence had ever existed.
But now. How sweet the sound of the exodus that is happening as we speak. As the Lover has awakened The Beloved, from their imaginary sleep.
KJ Alexander
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