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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
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<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=57400d2dd744a20eb41fd24756e5a921'>archives</a><BR>Some thoughts are so compelling that they
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refuse to confine themselves to the head,
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relocating at will, shocking the hands so
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the blood scatters and the fingers become
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numb on the wheel, you need that blood to
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drive and now you're two pints short. What
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strikes you first is the sheer <i>force</i> of
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the thought and not the content; and when
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you reflect it hits you again, this time
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in the gut, your life rushing to your
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stomach leaving your sight dim, you need
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that sight to drive and now you're blind.
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The whole of the mechanical process takes
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less than a second- the thought, the reflection
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and then the aftershock, the realization
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that there is no one to understand, and
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that saps your will, you need that will to
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drive and now you have nowhere to go.</BODY>
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