An
overlay of life is continuously surging forward, unnoticed, entraining our
primary senses, that are captivated in the course of following an almost
unconscious self sense of mood. Desire comes to this pooling, to drink into a
conscious presence, its existence. Desire is set forth within us without distraction,
yet we fall, into an unrealized trance, each as our self, as a tribal child,
carefree in the play, near the deep well of importance to our elders. Desire,
is as our playmates, yet invisible to our elders . . .
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