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"All The Searchers..." All comments are set for My "Preview before shown as a post" so privacy is maintained. A friend described going “clubbing” at 2 A.M. or such all over town (if you can call London, New York, L.A., Miami, Prague, Tel Aviv, Rotterdam, Paris, Moscow - and such …any and every WHERE - “town”). She and so many others spoke of and defined the scenes. The various houses being ROCKED - floors packed so tight, lights arcing, the flashing, splashing - the “world” moving in time to their jumps, their reachings, slams, jerking and turns, pressing …hell, even their very breathing. All - a life staggering, surreal - but happening - as the sounds of the “worldbeat” flow through-and-through their bodies and existence! Seduction comes in many forms - heat flows as we feel the need, and when the fingers tighten HARD is when we KNOW what we want and where - and how…and there ARE no whys …not anymore. “All The Searchers…” Reading you aloud… the background your sound - your call, the echoes - they’re our echoes - swirling, surrounding… And still our flight follows - as our senses trace the paths and rounds each corner …racing… …racing the blood rising - streaming to the taste of our sightless movement …as the jounces curve, sway, rise, fly, fall as we ride the currents of our heat. I CAN see… finally, fleetly …moments of eternity… one-by-one cascading -- drawing, beckoning, GRASPING us so tight. I know being alive …in the now. The sheer existence held within a breath. What it IS to FEEL my heartbeat pause …and know little deaths. We live for the taste of forever… and search the barren worlds of all the ethers - ever looking, ever reaching - through the tears of BEING …to find who we are. and sometimes… just - sometimes - we really do find - the WHOM we are and see the where we ARE meant to BE! And there are no …words… anymore… for any more. The flow carried us… enwrapped and closed then tightened …then tighter still… and we - we - ARE…are …finally home. ARE Finally …finally Home… Yes …please Chris |
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