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Feb 2014
15
my cat exists in another plane of actuality
an omni-directional balanced point turned into itself
no measurement can detect the far flung colors
of my cats solid state pillow caked universe
she floats upon balconies of clouds
rose fingered dawn or sacred dusk at her wish
as far away as far away can be, but really
in the same place after all
quietly asleep
jimmy tee
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jimmy tee  VT
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