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Saturday, July 3, 2010

I Am The Ocean Of Life


Slung so in space, we can barely locate
ourselves, although surely we’re always
right here, and this moment just keeps

extending its coil, and the manifest corpses
of our plans trail behind us like hair; don’t
turn to their entanglements; keep silent

keep moving; we have a long way to go.


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