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Aug 2021
Behold..
as I transmit
an impending
thought
I often think
aloud!
When
my words
turn to rhythms
there strikes
a tuning fork
on the surface
of my human cells
a place where
tiny antennas
pick up signals
from somewhere
beyond!
That why I
leave the lights on!
Traveler 🧳
Traveler
Written by
Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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   Thomas W Case
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