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He woke up bathed in moonshine Sleepy Appalachian mountain eyes Fading autumn honey liquid gold Into the white background noise of reality He always did have one foot in, one foot out A ghost to those that he let see Physical boundaries ignored, retired Weary bones begged him to slip back into the comfort of oblivion But for him sleep was ever elusive, a tease Racing over lush valleys, dead seas and fertile plains His thoughts are boundless Synthesizing emotional code into poetic expression He must pull it all together somehow Beats and rhythms sparkle off the edge of his perception They rarely paused long enough to remember But he always did Calloused hands prove a life of grunt work His dreams had been so much more complex Weaving through the atmosphere, linking fully with the cosmos Lines whisper across his flesh Roadmaps ****** and impulsive Sensitively attuned to the pulsing energy around him Shaping it into flourished verse He is the sun I merely the moon
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May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 11:37 AM UTC
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He woke up bathed in moonshine Sleepy Appalachian mountain eyes Fading autumn honey liquid gold Into the white background noise of reality He always did have one foot in, one foot out A ghost to those that he let see Physical boundaries ignored, retired Weary bones begged him to slip back into the comfort of oblivion But for him sleep was ever elusive, a tease Racing over lush valleys, dead seas and fertile plains His thoughts are boundless Synthesizing emotional code into poetic expression He must pull it all together somehow Beats and rhythms sparkle off the edge of his perception They rarely paused long enough to remember But he always did Calloused hands prove a life of grunt work His dreams had been so much more complex Weaving through the atmosphere, linking fully with the cosmos Lines whisper across his flesh Roadmaps ****** and impulsive Sensitively attuned to the pulsing energy around him Shaping it into flourished verse He is the sun I merely the moon
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May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 11:37 AM UTC
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