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Amazing how the bubbles make Each. Word. Stop. Easier to ride each wave to completion Than resist and escape as the wave departs Lethargic Nervous Coked up and tripping over words Until the muddy field, the proving ground Marks the beginning of reality Merge preconception, misconception, and perception, Into one bright shining lie Young dry brittle contradictions, deep like gravity wells. Losing sleep while pursuing the hand held sun. The out. The goal. Reality knocks twice. Once to break the tape. Once to cross the line.
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Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 12:20 PM UTC
Bubbles
Amazing how the bubbles make Each. Word. Stop. Easier to ride each wave to completion Than resist and escape as the wave departs Lethargic Nervous Coked up and tripping over words Until the muddy field, the proving ground Marks the beginning of reality Merge preconception, misconception, and perception, Into one bright shining lie Young dry brittle contradictions, deep like gravity wells. Losing sleep while pursuing the hand held sun. The out. The goal. Reality knocks twice. Once to break the tape. Once to cross the line.
(c) KC Hoye 2010 cargohold.blogspot.com
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Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 12:20 PM UTC
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