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BROKEN ABRACADABRA My uncle shimmers as he walks as if the sun has got him and shakes him until he walks like waves. His gait all heat haze. He's a walking reflection as if the air were water. He looks like he's a dream made of summer but he is the real thing a solid Uncle Michael. I expect his voice to waver with the heat but his words stay steady whittled out of love like wood. I am up a tree. He can't see me. The branch below me has sn- -apped and I am wondering like a cat how in hell I am going to get down. Up here in the air the farm is the map of itself. I share a branch with a bird and a small cloud. Uncle goes on looking for me his voice searching the everywhere but I am a nowhere. His voice trying to pull me out of thin air like a magician would but it's not good. I am half sky half tree half child ...do the maths. I feel like a white rabbit lost inside a top hat. He died one sunny Sunday ******* a sweet in the blue van. I still see him walking out of the sun his body shivering with the heat as if he is a dream calling my name like an abracadabra. I sit in the silence in the middle of my sky lost in that forever summer wondering how to get back down on solid ground calling his name like a broken magic spell always trying to find him even though I can't ...find my self.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
BROKEN ABRACADABRA
BROKEN ABRACADABRA My uncle shimmers as he walks as if the sun has got him and shakes him until he walks like waves. His gait all heat haze. He's a walking reflection as if the air were water. He looks like he's a dream made of summer but he is the real thing a solid Uncle Michael. I expect his voice to waver with the heat but his words stay steady whittled out of love like wood. I am up a tree. He can't see me. The branch below me has sn- -apped and I am wondering like a cat how in hell I am going to get down. Up here in the air the farm is the map of itself. I share a branch with a bird and a small cloud. Uncle goes on looking for me his voice searching the everywhere but I am a nowhere. His voice trying to pull me out of thin air like a magician would but it's not good. I am half sky half tree half child ...do the maths. I feel like a white rabbit lost inside a top hat. He died one sunny Sunday ******* a sweet in the blue van. I still see him walking out of the sun his body shivering with the heat as if he is a dream calling my name like an abracadabra. I sit in the silence in the middle of my sky lost in that forever summer wondering how to get back down on solid ground calling his name like a broken magic spell always trying to find him even though I can't ...find my self.
donall-dempsey
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
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