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consciencenessthe good the bad and the uglycome to meas i stare out the windowcolors i can tastei can feel,they come at methey command my attentioni c..
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stumbling in the dark in the mid day sunshine
with eyes to see but blinded by the glare
i'm startled,
staring at the myriad miniature flowerlets,..
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i'm in an air machine over another southwestern desertthe aluminum tube wherein,i'm contained discloses its identityby it interior curved wallsand rel..
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how can i put it?i came in with open eyesbut i was blindan empty slatewaiting for the fillfound myself little by littlebut not knowing howjust glimpse..
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you left your imprints everywhere around the ground,
your handprints
on the walls of the knotted grain of wooden planks
that served the shell of th..
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for all the wasted time Lord
i apologize
for all the broken dreams,
i submit
for all the pain in which i came short to die,
i cry
in my empty,..
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eustace,
you're gone!
gentle of heart,
softspoken,
salt of the earth,
american, south carolina, man
red and auburn,
yellow green and ..
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the buzz of fear,
ghostly electric humid heat in the air
i am but the tiny
the puny speck,
the speck i am
of sheer nothingness
in it's wake,
..
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i want to breechcross my earth's horizon and reachto see the glory of Godin all sectors of the sky and spacebeyondeach star fieldbeyond my naked viewt..
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the weight of fatigue of push and pull i tear my clothes against the steel and plastic that harnesses the course of my lifeto which i yieldwe think so..
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