Echo location the spaceships invade me like sound waves crashing against the empty sea. Sonar the signal, needles and spindles, interrupting my thoughts like midnights mantel. Resounding inside spilling out what I lie the liquid I poor are the memory echoes of my life. Kinetic and alive like tiny ripples in time I leave my print crashing like the waves in my mind.
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