Full grok I Am in wondrous suchness sole to soul to sol of solitude the sun my bare feet open mouths that hunger for the lunar pulse of Ourobóros serpent spine my wounded skull bent to devour the dust in Hebrew "adamah" my breath and spirit one ancient language of flesh revealing how to sense not think the Qi the Ruh the Pneuma Shakti pun of shock electric Goddess sighing bellowing Adamic sod
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