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and when the flow breaks oh, how the roller coaster ride exhilerates as it flies and even as it crashes (therein lies the scary, most unpredictable {and intrusive} part of the excitement, especially precarious with a 28.8 modem on a mediocre quality shared phone line and almost decade old equipment in shared spaces)... there is a natural flow to the soaring and dipping of the flow as the words emerge from the ethereal and pass through me, a filter that gives them specific meaning... and there is a sudden turn, halt, change when the connection is lost or the person sharing space seeks to interrupt the flow, not meaning to, but not understanding or realizing there is a creative process happening... and when the flow breaks momentum is lost precipice shakes the magic the cost the passion abates the flowers all cry and life hesitates the children ask why the pleasure the pain the emotional ride stuck suddenly with us deep inside still... it turns me on... and yet, when the server suddenly decides without warning we shall share no more, you'll never know why the flow was broken, changed, stopped... unless you are here, and therein stays the deepest sharing, the truest secrets, the whole of the dance... for here, in physical space, there is no curtain... and when the flow breaks the spirit will fall the plug is pulled no one hears the call the dancer is tripped the willow weeps the gambler loses and every god sleeps potential gone starlingly alone breathe and carry on with only your own and still... the weight of the power loss, for the flow is the sweetest force, the ultimate addiction, the energy that generates the most profoundly addictive highs... and the withdrawals are just as profoundly devastating... awesome... and when the flow breaks like a break in time like a steal brick wall bouncing the rhyme the challenge is coming back to the flow and finding the power to trust and let go
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |