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I imagine us dwindling a paper trail to nothing our footsteps are shadows our pictures the only remnants our families have until we call from a land line community phone and tell them where to go for freedom. I imagine us burning collection notices and old receipts for things we never needed the smoke is our journey disappearing into nowhere having ourselves, our brood and our tribe. I imagine us our souls no more like candles that flicker but stars that shine like guiding lights to show the way to shore. I imagine us forever, before and after, and infinite having no beginning or end having everything inside of us and us inside of everything. I imagine us whole and unfiltered lasting and ending daily destruction and chaos as beauty.... I imagine us                                   and we are not ourselves...                                   and we are not each other....              we are whole             the boundaries of existing like dew                      like fog...                                    there and gone                                          old and new I imagine Us.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
The Journey
I imagine us dwindling a paper trail to nothing our footsteps are shadows our pictures the only remnants our families have until we call from a land line community phone and tell them where to go for freedom. I imagine us burning collection notices and old receipts for things we never needed the smoke is our journey disappearing into nowhere having ourselves, our brood and our tribe. I imagine us our souls no more like candles that flicker but stars that shine like guiding lights to show the way to shore. I imagine us forever, before and after, and infinite having no beginning or end having everything inside of us and us inside of everything. I imagine us whole and unfiltered lasting and ending daily destruction and chaos as beauty.... I imagine us                                   and we are not ourselves...                                   and we are not each other....              we are whole             the boundaries of existing like dew                      like fog...                                    there and gone                                          old and new I imagine Us.
aubrey
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
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