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Dark draped and pliant as ink; resting on the pinpricks of stars and their steel pins. Wrapping and bundling us in a pose of obstinance and theory; still alive but inert with the weight of nothingness. Seeking and pulling into a container of black soup, the strength of fear was no match for sharing. Once, a race began to meet on the other side of spatial creation; opposite but circling like sexed schoolmates on a crisp autumn day. Time as full as galaxies and their grandchildren, never slowing to consummate a dream. Air still beatable, vapor fogging the porthole of eternity to leave only a thought. Many thoughts in lineup, creating a community of ideas and filling the vessel with voice. Moving, transcended outside into the film, looking back to the throng; mightily laughing at the joy of one. Gulping stars like candy and dust from the crest of curling waves; removing the glue and melting into an orb of amniotic stew. Knowing one, being one, as one. I can sleep on my pillow of love and eternal travel.
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
Solitude
Dark draped and pliant as ink; resting on the pinpricks of stars and their steel pins. Wrapping and bundling us in a pose of obstinance and theory; still alive but inert with the weight of nothingness. Seeking and pulling into a container of black soup, the strength of fear was no match for sharing. Once, a race began to meet on the other side of spatial creation; opposite but circling like sexed schoolmates on a crisp autumn day. Time as full as galaxies and their grandchildren, never slowing to consummate a dream. Air still beatable, vapor fogging the porthole of eternity to leave only a thought. Many thoughts in lineup, creating a community of ideas and filling the vessel with voice. Moving, transcended outside into the film, looking back to the throng; mightily laughing at the joy of one. Gulping stars like candy and dust from the crest of curling waves; removing the glue and melting into an orb of amniotic stew. Knowing one, being one, as one. I can sleep on my pillow of love and eternal travel.
tmonjar
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
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