Poem by Doug Scott

—Well-used parts re-fashioned into an updated version of the communication device built by a very clever, late-adolescent Beloved urgently desiring to clearly hear, understand, and respond to this One, really mysterious, but super erotic-sounding, Word the Lover—pressed up against the other side of the Veil—whispers over and over in a hauntingly familiar language whose comprehension is just out of reach.

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* belonging to Earth’s third-density, spacetime experience

• Cosmic Christ