It is today, again.

It is today, henced four years.

It is today, I am in the sky flying away,

Heading set to: Here.

Leaving here, Coming here, now I'm here then and today

(A Spiral Somewhen)

Again

Four years back
Four miles high

Was what will be my latest evolution.

In 36 hours, I will be about to have been hit by the first of the Eleven Epiphanies.

Again?

I feel like the first echo of the thunder of the smack
the doc laid across John Coltrane's newborn ass.

I feel like the San Andreas Fault with a tickle in its gullet.

I feel like Icarus is sitting on the sun, tanned and laughing.

I'm feeling like all kinds of confident jazz.

Supreme.

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