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Aug 2016
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maybe i am dead
just like the stars reflecting into me

i look
so that i see those blinking redgreen lights
they are all mixed up with the cosmic web
and going fast
away from me

the only other place i would like to be
if not inside that distant traveler

is pressed down deep into the earth

by our holder
who remains relentless

in a constant flux
between
the mundanity of an endless expanse

and pushing those
mechanical things
down
Morgan
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Morgan  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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