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Nov 2014
I had arrived after the long trek,
Richer as I had experienced the
frozen hearth that sits above,
The clueless heads,
Met atop the clouds,
The tracks sent a wind tunnel,
forcing our backs, to the limits,to the corner of the world,
The nexus that,
Formed our nostalgia,
Even traveled beyond,
reached over our pre-existent,
omnipresent,
pre-frontal cortex,
breaking context,
calculated alignments,
evaporated,
Translucent beings,
Whispered,
Trailed,
Washed along the frost,
That bath of pure biting numbness,
Meandering souls awashed,
Clamoring to fiery shores.
Warm bodies,
Women,
Good Food & Drink,
Not in this forsaken place,
An outlandish request,
From otherworldly lands.
Wack Tastic
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