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(...all feedback radar sonar pattern squelching.)



We aren't much more than fleshblood radios

   tuned in to the golden frequency

of ever thought expanding

    consciousness becoming luscious

and ripe exposed to the fertile flow



  We are juicy, secreting transistors

channelling the electric burden of experience

  to fuel the perpetual life machine

because the interaction between the self

   and the environment

is as near an infinite number as it is possible

to achieve

and when We're right

               We're ripe to be plucked

from the vine and left to escape



(The Body is a gear in a cosmic scale life machine, holding its integral liquid puzzle piece of consciousness, a semiconductor

   a channel

for the transmuting ether of thought and awareness

no more than a sum of experiences pushing ever on



The Body is a broken radio the dials are...)