You have found yourself in the inferno generated by your surrender to sensual hyper-loading of your…
Thomas R. Barton, JD

TeriJo — — “Clickety clack, clickety clack, I the devil dog roll down the track. What stop comes next, what words will shimmer as a liquid pool in the shimmering sun ? Mirage of cool relief ? A quick dive into clear, cool, rejuvenating waters ? Words of life and wonder and mystic embrace ? To be felt in my bones as I read, to quicken the breath ? Perhaps the piece of art I seek has already been found, been felt, been breathed in and suffuses my body. Perhaps. Time. time, time. Search, seek, pause, linger, revel, retreat, entreat, embrace, release.”

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