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spine my figure eights

colors we saw when we were kids are gone now

there was vitrified rock

a volcano maybe

even an unidentified blast

 

he ran at me like a terrified dog

i tried to help my son

but by the time we got to the hospital

he was already gone

 

why this desert?

why are there no insects?

 

human records exist

they always die trying to escape

 

in the geographic pattern

animal occurances

time dialted beauty

 

what or where is my eraticism

petrol, eayon, venus , mars , off kilter

 

steady magnetic stream

my compass stables

 

pulse

pulse

we

all get magnet affected

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carl-hoek
Published
Dec 6, 2015
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