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sometimes i just--shut--my eyes think of what could be a brief instant of mixing--reality-- fantasy-- wings melting i crash--into the sand the waves washing wet--over me the sun is too--hot--hot hot i can carry the fire--up but i cannot put it out in all my ice i cannot **** the sun so i am building a castle--a sandcastle with parapets and a gated moat-- i knock it down with a crash destruction was my primer-book cynicism my blue-backed speller so i lock myself up--in my room pretending to be named emily in my flawless white dress the old nickname e.d. is transformed until i remember--myself-- i am not a doll and i--am not--afraid the world can be--irrelevant i will not abandon life ****** half-hatched into reality-- lost in a foreign land unknown a sojourner who has lost--the song peregrine with a misplaced home the repressed truth will arise-- i will find the beginning--in the end i fly back up--fire in my pocket-- bid cheerful farewell to the sun good day to the beach-grains rebuilding the--castle-- it is only--sand-- and i let it stand life is reality--what took so long and life that is really happening is better than supremacy unlived and i get lost--in omniscience looking--skyward--realizing i am a--grain--of sand
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May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 4:41 PM UTC
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sometimes i just--shut--my eyes think of what could be a brief instant of mixing--reality-- fantasy-- wings melting i crash--into the sand the waves washing wet--over me the sun is too--hot--hot hot i can carry the fire--up but i cannot put it out in all my ice i cannot **** the sun so i am building a castle--a sandcastle with parapets and a gated moat-- i knock it down with a crash destruction was my primer-book cynicism my blue-backed speller so i lock myself up--in my room pretending to be named emily in my flawless white dress the old nickname e.d. is transformed until i remember--myself-- i am not a doll and i--am not--afraid the world can be--irrelevant i will not abandon life ****** half-hatched into reality-- lost in a foreign land unknown a sojourner who has lost--the song peregrine with a misplaced home the repressed truth will arise-- i will find the beginning--in the end i fly back up--fire in my pocket-- bid cheerful farewell to the sun good day to the beach-grains rebuilding the--castle-- it is only--sand-- and i let it stand life is reality--what took so long and life that is really happening is better than supremacy unlived and i get lost--in omniscience looking--skyward--realizing i am a--grain--of sand
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jb-fuller
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May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 4:41 PM UTC
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