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I spin up into the grey scale horizons. Lurch from coffee shot to coffee shot. Hold on till the world stops turning so fast. Until it slows to the pace of my heart.

I am learning the names of the thousand wishes I carry in a small wooden box. Carved into concrete.Like long lost love affairs. Remembered only when passed.

Fine filaments of dreaming flicker off my clothes. Flecks of possibility float with dust and old skin. Microscopic chandeliers of those parts we no longer need light up in the last rays of the day.

I am mouthing something poignant and unmistakable but even I can't hear what it is.