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THOMAS’ SECRET SAYINGS REVERSINGS

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How do I hold her in me as I speak

She is a real woman every time she is

No man hath spoken more the more there is to speak

Find what it is in here and it will never go away

Dont stop and there is a turn the other side of the tongue

Look up the birds the sky it is the sea not out there but in there

Not in here but out here as you know her so will you be her

Her out or her in you grow older to make her a child again  Ask

Hiding in plain sight she comes always into her being

She is a real woman every time she is

And everything in free fall means everything engraves

And nothing covered will remain without being uncovered

And the lion becomes man consumed by man

How do I hold her in me as I speak

I perform operations upon the traces of her sentence

Do not tell lies and do not do what you hate since all is plain

If you have ears take this large fish

Psyche sews seeds and reads

Fell on rock failed to root and no ears

On the other hand there are the fruitions

I hold you and wait for you to blaze

Away and away to have passed to have been beginning

First one then two and then what

No man hath spoken more the more there is to speak

Go to the one who goes to the one who goes to the one

who goes to the one

Do what you lie and tell what you hate since all is plain

You are like a righteous angel you are like a wise philosopher

You are the more there is to say for whose sake

I am not your master because you get high on the measure

Every one thing I have ever said is two

For whose sake heaven and earth came together

She is a real woman every time she is

Tell me who am I like

Throw stones and let the fire burn you up

To say these things is her every wish

If it’s there eat it

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LOGNOSIS

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Who says where it is said.

The utmost reader has too much to learn.

Simple Simon, simple to say.

Betrayal. A theme to go beyond theme.

Makes me happy. Puts in a line, Everything.

Calls me to think on a line invisible.

Miraculous birth. And all the great names.

Pantheonic aspirations, with no effort.

Gnosis. Even to have said the word.

To have been said where it is said by whom.

We are adrift. We have crossed the trail of reason.

We have sat to sit and sit alone and more.

We have not come unprepared.

But the utmost reader has way too much to leam.

The utmost statement is even now moving before him.

We are adrift. For even to have said the word.

To have seen it as a concretion however transparent before the eye.

To have seen it perform its unholy act of joining

word with word, state with state, to have sat to sit

and seen logos laying into gnosis

is to have been the utmost reader. We are adrift.

Now we are listening. We were to have been here.

Ever to dare to think to say the word

is to be before the time to come.

Be patient until the line has ended.

Upend it, you who are adrift in it.

You who say it where it is said say it.

Say it to see it. See it to say it. To say it.

Time is come. To be before. We were to.

Now we are with. We are with now.

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