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Mon 13 Sep, 2004 12:12 pm
detached
from the scene
a quiet thought paces
between origins sealed
under the prismatic sky.
analyze pragmatic
distortions
bury any inclinations in the fox hole
kill the flesh
feed the spirit
soon we shine through the bones
luminous echoes canvas the plot
searching for his lost time.
A sort of out-of-body poetic experience. Nebulous and presumably ambiguous - a goos piece!