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Mar 2014
The kaleidoscope currents sing out my chest, triples, ripples, diving deeper to the gold. Treasure the purple folds and start down the hallway running walking falling. Still falling, Touch it,as if you were there. cheating death, pupils scream pitches of black unseen, forgetting to exhale though remembering every breathe. A fish swimming in his bowl at rest, watching eyes, bringing yourself down to proper size, swimming, loving the two way glass lies. What was everything is nothing and what is nothing is the born beginning of the end of the journey, living in such a hurry, still shooting off, silly star you’re blind, look he’s falling behind still tracing the lines which mock your dust that tickles of what’s left of my body, which is landing now, come down now, do not wonder why, but how each step is a unwrapped gift, in case you missed the misleading misery you must make most of the ride up, and live. Give. Grow. Learn. Yearn. Strive. Rise. Stumble, but be humble for each time you will stand taller than the moon’s melodies which sing the silly thought you just forgot. A song to bring you home.
Julian Alexander
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Julian Alexander  Baltimore
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