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This message was never supposed to take shape ( Read more... )

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Free words rumble forth fighting
For their own survival watching the
Feeling-eye felt-tip pen angle change meanings
With each contemplative crack of bone
Within the hand harmonies hue high-definition
Microcosms golden with sunrise altered backward
Into the earth

I sink back somewhere electricity exists only
Between secret lips without a name echoing
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The time was now
But it’s not like I knew the
            Day

Routes across the quad
Ripples rinse the canopy
            Windows

Open tracks of dog
Intersect their undeniable
            Energy

Extending out in cloud
Fancy eyes glimmer sky
            Lines

Remind us of each
Others lost place in
            Queue  

The wheels roll off ( Read more... )