and make the ordinary extraordinary


So I hibernate, unplug and drop from the world of everyday things.
Because I must, we all will in time.
And run barefoot in the shade of the suns setting light.
I meet dugongs at the end of this world that speak of things not of this time.
Masks are removed to be again reinstalled.
Though this time their sit will tilt a little more.
As finally we become the practitioners of weird.
And our journey begins.
Beginnings, endings, beginnings.
Endings, beginnings, endings.
Beginnings, endings, beginnings.

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