Every night I go flying

through walls and ceilings for

the work of the One is

never done.

I will not ask

for the right

to assemble my deeds

for you here

but ask now for the time

to make the right

of all things

like the realisation

of consciousness

the precious two

inches

between eyes at the front

binocularly

and the centre

of thought

knowing the

difference

for them first time

when blindfolded

with the odour

of race.

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