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Mar 2014
Warm bubbles tickled my nakedness,
a distant dog howled wearily,
cool Andean winds
blew across my unshaven face,
under the canvas of a million suns.

I heard the voices of the ancient ones,
whispering an unknown language,
trance-like I slipped
into an inter-dimensional coma,
lost myself in a gentle riptide
under the light of a million suns.

And it was there,
I found true meaning
to all the mysteries of the ages.
For there, loneliness became my companion,
we bathed in the radiance of sulphur,
under the peace of a million suns.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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