Reality
Reality
Twisting in everything but my head
you'll find the human-beïng that I've met.
Because all you've seen or reminisced
is a flesh representative of Beíng
which tries to Be:
so if you never were you've never missed
a thing but pure and sane Reality.
Madrason 16-04-1992
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Niemand weet
werkelijk waar
het samen-stemmen
en wanneer
dat overgaat
in samenzang,
ons ingeeft
tot samenzijn.
Madrason 07-01-1996
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