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Oct 2012
1
O black golden cleanser
O ebony shrine ballast
Pry open mine eyes,
sharpen my senses like cutlery
& envelop meβ€”
Is the day so young

another cup please, just to
Get me going

2
Heat
Not quite that of a fire
"but trust me, don't touch it"
Let the smoke stiffen
& soften become the
summation of particles & at once
lose all sense of being

I'll have a smoke nowβ€”
maybe I'll kick it a little later
Christopher Hendrix
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Christopher Hendrix  Blue Springs, Missouri
(Blue Springs, Missouri)   
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