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bathing chandel      eirs     exhausted by nomads retreating within the paracosm of a Mountaintop            snow in your voice a bell being sounded        bell(((((               )))))    receptive to the running water   a sauna made of afterflower       you have heard the gospel of lazy shoepolish/obsidian palms      and worried over     beaches that are really just an exte nsion of the whole jealous Pacific flaura shyly stripped of glory      whisp ering like a convent  about the mist applause   the python noise of hot springs                      where its inhabitants were born/why they release a certain desperate O   to the mountaintop sleeping with        spirited confidence      this palace of stone which relies on no approval   not even the sky, or the early tangerine dawn     not silence         or previous wars, these travellers seek to cocoon & spring forth as a        colossus     that no longer has the capibility for tears            where home becomes world as rock communions with Yggdrasil         and the leviathan of time will collapse     unceremoniously before the first leaf  of the newly formed valley has ever heard Autumn's seductions             ah, the golden migrant wreathed in    the liquid base of their worship     may oneday achieve   an absolute renouncement of the soul    for a bluebird to be born amid the overgrowth
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
vagary of Maquinna
bathing chandel      eirs     exhausted by nomads retreating within the paracosm of a Mountaintop            snow in your voice a bell being sounded        bell(((((               )))))    receptive to the running water   a sauna made of afterflower       you have heard the gospel of lazy shoepolish/obsidian palms      and worried over     beaches that are really just an exte nsion of the whole jealous Pacific flaura shyly stripped of glory      whisp ering like a convent  about the mist applause   the python noise of hot springs                      where its inhabitants were born/why they release a certain desperate O   to the mountaintop sleeping with        spirited confidence      this palace of stone which relies on no approval   not even the sky, or the early tangerine dawn     not silence         or previous wars, these travellers seek to cocoon & spring forth as a        colossus     that no longer has the capibility for tears            where home becomes world as rock communions with Yggdrasil         and the leviathan of time will collapse     unceremoniously before the first leaf  of the newly formed valley has ever heard Autumn's seductions             ah, the golden migrant wreathed in    the liquid base of their worship     may oneday achieve   an absolute renouncement of the soul    for a bluebird to be born amid the overgrowth
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
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