like chunks of magnetized iron
we should by conventional wisdom
attract mutually
but
I'm breathing, moving
a chunk of organic carbon
instead
of pulling extremes
into unity
I flee
and chase instead a molten core
closely resembling my own
wishing
dreaming of clouds
and flaming gases
so bright, even my subconscious rambles
lose their stench
of fear
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 12:16 AM UTC
like chunks of magnetized iron
we should by conventional wisdom
attract mutually
but
I'm breathing, moving
a chunk of organic carbon
instead
of pulling extremes
into unity
I flee
and chase instead a molten core
closely resembling my own
wishing
dreaming of clouds
and flaming gases
so bright, even my subconscious rambles
lose their stench
of fear
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