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Feb 2017
The Rabbits hand weaved on the circulation
of the air, vivid rainbows were eroding from
his palms. I tried to catch them but in vain I
was slumbered within a vacuum of nothingness.

I sneezed and the rabbit had evaporated into clouds
above my reflections. Tick-Tock went the clouds.
like they were counting down to the inevitable
disablement of there being, I bathed in there innards.

My Conciseness was assaulted with this kaleidoscope
of tiny speculation drumming inwards soaking me
with uncensored reality. I was awaking to a hued
refection that I didn't want to inevitably react too.

I pondered momentarily, then took a partaking to that
which like an ocean waved upon my cognition.
I was once again flustered in the degradation of all that
was reality as it disintegrated in to fluidic chaos.
Poetic T
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