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Jun 2018
An expansive downward world
Folds into the distance
Color and rhythm
A sense of endless coast
I think about the impression
I leave in the shifting, hot
Earth that my body is at once
Sculptor and product of
I sit at the point
Where the flowing states
Are a friend of perception
Sunburnt.
Written by
jack
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