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Jan 24
a great wheel turns around me,
like a giant slow moving gear
it just appeared, about a meter wide, and dark
horizontal over the earth, circling my hips
it has no light or color
but it wants to
it wants to spin faster and faster
funneling into the ground
igniting a portal in my spine
it wants to become a tornado of light and shoot up into space
maybe it will land somewhere in sirius or vega
who knows
maybe it's a stargate or an astral healing machine
maybe it's a dormant orb
maybe I'm a dormant orb!

or maybe it's an etheric garbage disposal
I do have a lot of junk to clean out down there
Written by
owls at dawn
54
     Jimmy silker
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