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Jun
2012
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flat on my back

flat on my back

with the rich blueness ebbing in

out I roll

curled inward

with the scents of morn floating over

under I stretch

upright in motion

with the salts of work flowing

trickling, clinging

down I bend

in my flattened ebbing, curled floating,

uprighted flowing, trickling, clinging

bended i gently undulate with the waves of my internal workings

in a wrestling of unacceptance

outside of my touch, my sway

I hunt the splintering horizon of tomorrows

building on forward rocky steps

hindered by yesterday's tethers

or balanced

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disremembered
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