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as a kid I believed I thought of the stars as high in a sky grown from the ground up straight for a hundred years in the eye-shaped pattern of sight I with my spade-shoes dug slugging heaps in steps eighty-years long like there was somewhere else to be or go but o this is it I'm stuck in the awe of an out-of-focus centre and infinity that scares me but is truly just a blurred hour glass fallen on its this side
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
The Awe of a Lack of Centre
as a kid I believed I thought of the stars as high in a sky grown from the ground up straight for a hundred years in the eye-shaped pattern of sight I with my spade-shoes dug slugging heaps in steps eighty-years long like there was somewhere else to be or go but o this is it I'm stuck in the awe of an out-of-focus centre and infinity that scares me but is truly just a blurred hour glass fallen on its this side
michael-mclean
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
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