B e y o n d

You : : — inspires confidence and builds depths inside, like a tunnel or entranceto ( -ing ) my inner void which is far from a void [voi] and must not be avoided, but trust and as long as — trust and security is all I can offer in the end — but, dear o dear, my darling my morning, you — yes you oh you — liddeli liddi-ayah, liddl o little and great hearted brave hearted :|: - WOMB-an — and firth and forth —;:/ )(:

B e y o n d :

yes yes yes ja

Ja Ja ja

Jag älskar dig

Jag beundrar dig

Och vill

Vill så mycket 

Med dig

Du min vackra

you my beautiful you

You

YOURS

Your

Mind

Mine

— as where miners and great dwarves go to dig and dag like that smaragd dagg stunk mountains :: in and <within> { with you eith me : inside of you id inside me ::/—(;:
the Woman in Me is The Man in You 

Oh Lydia,

My Anima — anim-ah!- — -

The Animus legended and blended

And me my Apparition, my armor and PRIDE and heritage; with shade and corona, conturas with bleak transparante white pale of a ful-moon, so ugly (i e owly)

And so beautiful inside that Animus Panzer, — horray! 

And Hail ¡—!

And Gai hai :: Hee-man

sorry Hee-tzar

<<{like a laijka balalaika Hi-tzu-arn tzling Adeler Adonis, the Mongol-Cjianees hair-dresser<>><~\|}

Oh, Anima my Anima, my lady you

My inner Sun and Moon and Star and Well and Mother Love Bone Milk Music Waterfall

Monolith in White

Thank you

I am so grateful, I am som fateful

And fully convinced that Love is

A GODESS & GOD is a womb-man

AND THAT THE UNIVERSE IS AN EVER EXPANDING

LIEBESMUTTER (gebär, like a gummi gummi gumma oder bärchenbeeren att plockas på fjädrar en efter en:: Pflaumen pflücken palla oalla rabarberpalla rabalder rabalder Balder bobalder raberberssons ra sun russin jungfru barbappapappi-app-app-ah-papp-pappi-pappi-pappi-jaaaaa!

Ja

liv och lov moder

Lydia — mother of all inventions, patience and support, endless love, and affection, to never stop my mere wondering amaze oh you

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This poem was written in an automatic flow, a stream if
>| and of off |<
consciousness and which with of was over within 57 minutes and 43 seconds.

And it ends like this:

She is the Lady; the One —

And Her Name is Lydia
.

)with a dot and a rightwards directed paranthesis

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