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how comfortable it is to sit here knowing what to say, as if this lump in my throat had a voice of its own, or was engraved with symbols, maudlin as my eyes, and i could read them clearly. this artifact was found by accident in some ancient village of self-images    --used for chipping off pieces of self. do i interpret my own primitivity well? fragments glint unburied under heavy breathing firelight. loud, blinding, it makes the night an iridescent one. i rave some, dance-invent discovery, then quiet in the fade. there is a core of me, to this accumulation ventured.. i'm afraid i only guess though, like groping in the night. nails in hair, the boney trail i leave behind may cure the barrenness i'm feeling differently now, having explored darkness sharpness in the dirt.
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
the great hunt of the reflective paradigm
how comfortable it is to sit here knowing what to say, as if this lump in my throat had a voice of its own, or was engraved with symbols, maudlin as my eyes, and i could read them clearly. this artifact was found by accident in some ancient village of self-images    --used for chipping off pieces of self. do i interpret my own primitivity well? fragments glint unburied under heavy breathing firelight. loud, blinding, it makes the night an iridescent one. i rave some, dance-invent discovery, then quiet in the fade. there is a core of me, to this accumulation ventured.. i'm afraid i only guess though, like groping in the night. nails in hair, the boney trail i leave behind may cure the barrenness i'm feeling differently now, having explored darkness sharpness in the dirt.
vircapio-gale
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
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