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I wait in the sunset garden as planet grows it's auburn scarf. s u d d e n l y                       I hear heart monitors slowing down. Everything                        receding. People come home from universities tapping their feet to tenor conclaves, palms rubbed together for a spark because clouds have become air condition systems. Layers are now a necessity. Soft sheets glow to those enlisting in another year of the continental war. We ENTER A TIME OF WAITING the moon is murkier and light thickens like EPHEMERAL AUTUMN VAPOR. Masayoshi Fujita makes Victoria seem more methodical at night. (the  one  man  xylophone  orchestra) There's non conventional furniture everywhere! (Candle      in a          fishbowl) But isn't that us all? especially this time of year? wax to water. Comfort is rooftops under HEAVYRAIN. Spurs of ((isolation)) can be therapeutic. On another note, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND CHILDREN OF ALL AGES" Think hard on that, just think is all I ask. As a poet, I am blind in the same way you are not. Accordions are the instrument of the universe. I'm personally a fan of elevator m            u                      s                                  i                                               c TOKYO seems an appealing place to visit as any. I crave a certain spontaneity, an abruptness S      L    O   W   L  Y..................... soaking thru those leaves who's moment has come                                          to pass. Alarm clocks fizzle where the weary lay, letting their hair go it's own way (to enter a new era where sunglasses serve no purpose) ......I'll wait for that time, like a true Buddhist that holds his patience in front of him. A daisy wilting into gold.
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
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I wait in the sunset garden as planet grows it's auburn scarf. s u d d e n l y                       I hear heart monitors slowing down. Everything                        receding. People come home from universities tapping their feet to tenor conclaves, palms rubbed together for a spark because clouds have become air condition systems. Layers are now a necessity. Soft sheets glow to those enlisting in another year of the continental war. We ENTER A TIME OF WAITING the moon is murkier and light thickens like EPHEMERAL AUTUMN VAPOR. Masayoshi Fujita makes Victoria seem more methodical at night. (the  one  man  xylophone  orchestra) There's non conventional furniture everywhere! (Candle      in a          fishbowl) But isn't that us all? especially this time of year? wax to water. Comfort is rooftops under HEAVYRAIN. Spurs of ((isolation)) can be therapeutic. On another note, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND CHILDREN OF ALL AGES" Think hard on that, just think is all I ask. As a poet, I am blind in the same way you are not. Accordions are the instrument of the universe. I'm personally a fan of elevator m            u                      s                                  i                                               c TOKYO seems an appealing place to visit as any. I crave a certain spontaneity, an abruptness S      L    O   W   L  Y..................... soaking thru those leaves who's moment has come                                          to pass. Alarm clocks fizzle where the weary lay, letting their hair go it's own way (to enter a new era where sunglasses serve no purpose) ......I'll wait for that time, like a true Buddhist that holds his patience in front of him. A daisy wilting into gold.
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
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