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Aug 2018
I know your type
One to elect an early exit
Deep into the cut
Scenic thru ways
Treacherous spontaneously carving angles, with no slow postings
Strung souls festooned to a hysterical spindle; spun

I swear

I have seen those trees before
It all looks so similar

There's no way to tell

Meaningless miles
Traversing the whorls of our finger prints
Our effusions tinging the tints of passing time

Haggred laggard orbs
In phlegmatic succession
As one submerges the other is cresting
Straining our necks and crossing our eyes
Lusting to examin the splendor of both at the same time

I found soothing solace in the prospect
Simplistic predictability; perpetual motion machine

A one gear design
Head long; forever forward
Hindrances observed
Obstructions obliterated
Cleaved into splinters

Tumbling endlessly into infinity
Towards the edge of the earth
Vaulting the crimped lip of the terraformed tortoise shell
Slowly slipping through the imaginary grasp of gravity

Into the void
No longer victim to vertigo
Orientation Utopia
Up, down, left, and right
Weightless figments
Photo negatives of a childhood home
Written by
Bryant
160
   JL Smith
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