BridgeA Poem by E.J. Waling
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mind is a conduit. From there to here things move along. From the ether things are pulled, formulated and produced. Our reality is filling up being produced from nothing! No mind, no conduit, no reality, no nothing! Our reality comes out of nowhere. The mind grabs nothing to create everything! © 2018 E.J. Waling |
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Added on June 5, 2018 Last Updated on June 5, 2018 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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