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Sep 2019
Sewing the spiral depth
The halogram projected
Lapse time
Turning
Pixels to
Pixie
Dust
Into diamond

The Dogon
Gamble's away his
sand
In hopes of
Sound the sun rays
Of Saturn singing

Serpents tongue
Circulates the circumference
Of the circus
Sung circles
Sunken fertile land
Herbs in hand
The earth purges
Again
Again
And again
I am nervous
Hit with nerfs
Of the world
Shooting
Me down
I laugh
I dismay the smuck
And smog
Smuggled by singularity
Stiffened by ambiguity
Banging my head on the mirror
Of the river
I bleed red
In blue
Streams

Giant
Futile, no
Forever, yet
Few,
Find the feather
I flew over mind and
Let loose

My severed spine
has broken down into
bread and wine
Dive inward
zen
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zen  Utopia
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   MicMag
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