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Oct 2012
a question
of our time
it seems..
are we in slumber..?
Is this
a failure of
distinction..
gray boring blends..?
Or..
does our slumber
rest on
stark distinctions
organic explosions
expressed flesh and blood..?
What if..
this frame and wheels
assembled and with
waking motion--
a strong push
this wagon given..
along a path
toward the light...?
CharlesC
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CharlesC
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   --- and K Mae
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