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silver sphere suspended atmospheric phenomenon through the dark branches of an old oak it hovers ~ arm hairs stand magnetized and energetic they seemingly dance along the tanned skin weaving and braiding themselves while a low mysterious hum surrounds me ~ frozen in place not with terror but instead with molecular glue feet became ground rooted to the grasses and trees around me I was one with the landscape before instantaneously I felt myself floating blinded and paralyzed ~ the cold metal table had the same hue as the silver sphere I had seen in the sky resting behind the old oak that sunny afternoon unable to hold my thoughts I considered cheese why we ingest cow milk rotted I thought back to hot stringy grilled cheddar as I watched grey tubes being pulled from my body examined by three fingered hands and placed back inside my body cavity / the vision is startling I remain numb and interestedly intoxicated as a whiskey drunkard on payday witnessing his own appendectomy ~ flashing strobes holiday style leave me disorientated and nauseous beneath my brick stained hands green shoots of grass poke up I puke ~ staggering and trying to orientate myself I realize it is early morning and I am face down in the yard above oak branches cross and block a shiny silver anomaly floating in the blue sky /
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
lost evening
silver sphere suspended atmospheric phenomenon through the dark branches of an old oak it hovers ~ arm hairs stand magnetized and energetic they seemingly dance along the tanned skin weaving and braiding themselves while a low mysterious hum surrounds me ~ frozen in place not with terror but instead with molecular glue feet became ground rooted to the grasses and trees around me I was one with the landscape before instantaneously I felt myself floating blinded and paralyzed ~ the cold metal table had the same hue as the silver sphere I had seen in the sky resting behind the old oak that sunny afternoon unable to hold my thoughts I considered cheese why we ingest cow milk rotted I thought back to hot stringy grilled cheddar as I watched grey tubes being pulled from my body examined by three fingered hands and placed back inside my body cavity / the vision is startling I remain numb and interestedly intoxicated as a whiskey drunkard on payday witnessing his own appendectomy ~ flashing strobes holiday style leave me disorientated and nauseous beneath my brick stained hands green shoots of grass poke up I puke ~ staggering and trying to orientate myself I realize it is early morning and I am face down in the yard above oak branches cross and block a shiny silver anomaly floating in the blue sky /
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
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