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° *When we look not with our eyes  convince ourselves of impossibilities- typical gravel turns into motorways  without tyres, we saw ourselves as cars  eyes glazed, paved speed of reckoning  just as rubber tearing at bitumen   convinced we will get to there [that isn't here] at trip's end, we find ourselves a typical mob  typical gravel looks like typical gravel  as we stoop out of that beat-up ute  our eye catches the side-mirror  stymied by our shoes that crunch  making familiar sounds on familiar gravel* __ ___ ____ ✒ ●○ °
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
gravel in our eye
° *When we look not with our eyes  convince ourselves of impossibilities- typical gravel turns into motorways  without tyres, we saw ourselves as cars  eyes glazed, paved speed of reckoning  just as rubber tearing at bitumen   convinced we will get to there [that isn't here] at trip's end, we find ourselves a typical mob  typical gravel looks like typical gravel  as we stoop out of that beat-up ute  our eye catches the side-mirror  stymied by our shoes that crunch  making familiar sounds on familiar gravel* __ ___ ____ ✒ ●○ °
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
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