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Feb 2012
A lone thought in the wind
Spark blinking in mind
a Tesla snap across the great synaptic perhaps,
A momentary lapse in the carefully constructed meditative

emptiness.


The birdsong stops as the engine revs
And the spinning starts
Mental handbrake turns in the snow of scattered crystallized drops of frozen liquid memory,
My face is distorted in the turning.
QuiverCoeur
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QuiverCoeur
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     QuiverCoeur and Raj Arumugam
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