That line I follow into nothingness, into the future, into the world. The line is sometimes gold the line is sometimes grey and sometimes so transparent I can hardly see it and sometimes it gets knotted up so I stand still and ease the knots out - this can be quite painful. It comes out of my heart and shoots into the world. Sometimes it is like violent lightning. Cracking around my ears and raising the hair on my arms.
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