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Sun dust haze an old wooden door I reach, locked handles, hands pressed splintering knock, The newspaper reads EVACUATION NECCESARRY Exasperation of the lilting seed of sanity; the clocks unaligned to my watch the fridge has been off for days milk curdled, cheese hardened this Panadol, IbuProfen parachute me down, codeine hits me hard upon the ground the fireplace surrounds a dragon breathing flames out of our mouths and the room is no longer hot; it is supernova. Stars sound like songbirds outside, shooting, gargled gin smells like grace, erase the drone of Arab spring the scent of comradery for a security station computational bastion; calculus of reason, reputation, family, existential crisis lets circumnavigate to the window , reality split by liquid, a rainbow in the sea, children dancing beneath the Pohutakawa tree “Hello?” “Hello, were you here all along?” “Long enough to see those purple hues of your dressing gown, you standing aimless across the room, you came here today too?” “I didn’t really choose” balloons, still tied to the ceiling pop “I must go” “Stop” ground dissolves, glass mirrors, present, past pop “take my hand lets watch the angels carry the sun away”
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
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Sun dust haze an old wooden door I reach, locked handles, hands pressed splintering knock, The newspaper reads EVACUATION NECCESARRY Exasperation of the lilting seed of sanity; the clocks unaligned to my watch the fridge has been off for days milk curdled, cheese hardened this Panadol, IbuProfen parachute me down, codeine hits me hard upon the ground the fireplace surrounds a dragon breathing flames out of our mouths and the room is no longer hot; it is supernova. Stars sound like songbirds outside, shooting, gargled gin smells like grace, erase the drone of Arab spring the scent of comradery for a security station computational bastion; calculus of reason, reputation, family, existential crisis lets circumnavigate to the window , reality split by liquid, a rainbow in the sea, children dancing beneath the Pohutakawa tree “Hello?” “Hello, were you here all along?” “Long enough to see those purple hues of your dressing gown, you standing aimless across the room, you came here today too?” “I didn’t really choose” balloons, still tied to the ceiling pop “I must go” “Stop” ground dissolves, glass mirrors, present, past pop “take my hand lets watch the angels carry the sun away”
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shoki
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
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