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Aug 16
Yes
You are the first strike
The flint, the steel, the silver spark
Yes, you are, in fact, burning alive
You dissolve against the test
Melting quantum cotton candy
At the speed limit of Gods hot mouth
Yes
you're the dancing static of dreams
A fortuitous concourse of atoms
Yes you are already dead & birthless
Your gigantic solitude swallows entire copper colored mountain ranges
Vast cloud choked landscapes, silent forests and still lakes, where rolling planets lull and white dwarfs, red giants gas and sputter.
All/Not.
Yes you are born again
Neither lost nor found you find yourself
Awake at the dark hollow egde of another decaying era
But your foundations smoldered
Long before the deep Stone Ages
Remember?
before blood signaled Tanged Point Technocomplexes before the cardinal idiot's first monolithic abstraction-before the first eye ever blinked against the light
We mingled
dangling our feet over the edge a while there in that anti-light dawn
vertigo
before the flow took us again
remember?
Written by
Dissident  M/North America
(M/North America)   
68
   Jill
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