Thoughts, ideas, inclinations given to gravity
like all other heavenly bodies,
their declinations rendered by the shift of Alpha Centauri
or 666 Desdemona or the sudden texture of a moment whipped with scenery
like scrubbrush or unintended asides
there is no place for a soul to hide,
not on any plane
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC
Thoughts, ideas, inclinations given to gravity
like all other heavenly bodies,
their declinations rendered by the shift of Alpha Centauri
or 666 Desdemona or the sudden texture of a moment whipped with scenery
like scrubbrush or unintended asides
there is no place for a soul to hide,
not on any plane
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