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Mar 2014
The rhythm cracks open and cascades
in caterpillar lines that crawl
from the speakers with fervent
grace,

the waves curl
in spiraling planes
that spread like melting
glass,

I am full of reflection
as my symbol painted mind
is swallowed by
  this momentary
bliss.
Written by
jack
502
   mybarefootdrive and Petal pie
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