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May 2016
When second sight is on me
I can see your future history
some things distorted
lost are we
when second sight
drops in on me.

An ocular refinery is
visionary gold to me.

Drift into the consciousness,
the universal ballroom,
press
up close and dance real slow.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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