The code was lost, no one could later recall them, inundated by silence or blood. Man was earth, a vessel, the eyelid of the quivering clay, a shape of potter’s earth, but on the hilt of his wetted glass weapon the earth’s initials were written.
Words remixed from Pablo Neruda’s Poem, Love America 1400
-Josh Fleming
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Exploring Consciousness 