The soaking ink
The doppler-shifted music
The refracting light
The gravity pulls
The magnetic-norths repel
The sticky vacuum ether
A falling stone
A drifting feather
A stationary wind
A silent name
A population disinterested
A common, universal secret
The sharp middle
The undulating plane
The slowly rising soil
Sensation and intuition
Without and within
Together in massive isolation.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
The soaking ink
The doppler-shifted music
The refracting light
The gravity pulls
The magnetic-norths repel
The sticky vacuum ether
A falling stone
A drifting feather
A stationary wind
A silent name
A population disinterested
A common, universal secret
The sharp middle
The undulating plane
The slowly rising soil
Sensation and intuition
Without and within
Together in massive isolation.
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