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Jun 2017
These social somersaults make me sick,

I find I am inconsistent in my thinking,
Depending on my present company.

My internal dialogue is so messy:
Everyone's talking, nobody's listening.

Sometimes I feel as if each of us were stranded
on our own island, and our only way to communicate is by

shouting across the straits
at one and other
but my head is buried
in the sand.
Mydriasis Aletheia
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Mydriasis Aletheia  29/Other/Empyrean
(29/Other/Empyrean)   
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   unnamed, Glass, Michael Angelo and Lvice
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