and the universe, said
sitting down in the forest waiting for me to show up.
i had much to say and even less to think about.
but here i was, thinking


- thought

		And so concludes the story of the Idea Man,
		lost so long ago to the cold seas of time.
		But what was left of the ideas held? Of the
		words spoken into the chilly winter air? For
		once a thought had been moved from the land
		of the metaphysical into the physical, it
		was doomed to persist,

		somehow..........


how i said, who's there?
who's where i wanted to be, over there?
i had taken a stance uncharacteristic of a living thing.
but there i was, living


	for 1
	    2
            3
            4 minutes have gone by
                 and i'm no closer to understanding


who am i? being me
why am i? as opposed to being not
these are the questions i think about most often.
in the morningtime, generally


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now where am i? hi
who is this? i love you
i understand. i know
and so,   and so ,,,



	Idea's Trapped in a Thousand Year Freeze

	   Never Needing To Release
 
      But It's Ok

            It's Always Ok

				- universe