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Nov 2018
They are not wandering, these atoms… they are moving.
Life exhausts all time with its endless mortality
at speeds above Reason,; we conjure as we go, and continue
forever briefly…. like a petulant swarm -
of We.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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