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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
<a href='delicious.php?PHPSESSID=2cd9bdcbbd8841bbe8edfcc9aeea1d7c'>delicious</a><BR>
<a href='nutritious.php?PHPSESSID=2cd9bdcbbd8841bbe8edfcc9aeea1d7c'>nutritious</a><BR>
<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=2cd9bdcbbd8841bbe8edfcc9aeea1d7c'>archives</a><BR>the time off your fingertips
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ticks on--slowly
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beneath the eyes and ears
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of forgotten tomorrows
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around the world in eighty days
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and you still don't know where you are
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or how you got there
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but familiarility remains--
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somehow;
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in the faint sound bytes
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replayed over and over
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in the depths of your mind
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in the faded imagery
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blurred with time
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into a menagerie of
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imagination and
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actuality;
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you reach for some resemblance
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some distinguishing characteristic
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to set the true reality of past
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above the deja vu of present,
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and/or
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the occasional acid flash back,
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and/or
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the occasional mind derailment;
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for a moment you touch it
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you hold its hand,
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you dance the best ten seconds of your life
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and then the music stops
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leaving you lost once more
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to the cool breeze of onward existence.
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