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The crystallization of thought leaves behind tiny granules, like diamonds, reflective and geometric to fit together.      Sand to glass         for a window or           fun-house mirror. Brain grains made of waiting,                                  of watching. Recognition of patterns recorded.                 Faces in old photographs,                      "Look! That's me!"   The big picture, stitched individual pixels,                              light thru the film                                      projected on a wall,                                  fuzz of dust on the vinyl.           Motes of knowing                        floating                                             but tough under pressure,                                   and in the liquid of pure,                                                                        transparent                                                                        experience,                                                                          soluble.
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
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The crystallization of thought leaves behind tiny granules, like diamonds, reflective and geometric to fit together.      Sand to glass         for a window or           fun-house mirror. Brain grains made of waiting,                                  of watching. Recognition of patterns recorded.                 Faces in old photographs,                      "Look! That's me!"   The big picture, stitched individual pixels,                              light thru the film                                      projected on a wall,                                  fuzz of dust on the vinyl.           Motes of knowing                        floating                                             but tough under pressure,                                   and in the liquid of pure,                                                                        transparent                                                                        experience,                                                                          soluble.
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
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