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"The Docks"
Fifty three foot dry van
swing doors,millions of time opening and closing.
Unload,reload many same days.
Alone with my thoughts,music and the open road.
An organic simulation that feels too real.
But a "Psychic neophyte" would just called it mathematical frequencies,at a slower dense rate.
So is the sweat trickling down my face an illusion?
Have you study to pick up a hammer and garden your world?
If I'm part of the universe..
Why can't I travel free to Saturn without a passport?
On these hot ass docks in Atlanta?