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I went home to watch the sky
Small Stories from Big Places
Saturday, July 31, 2010
on measurement
we unravel our way through life. like the proverbial ball of string we reach to the moon and find ourselves in deep space. cast adrift in the absence of gravity. we free fall until we hit something. sometimes soft. sometimes warm. sometimes woven.
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on measurement
grey scale
diaspora
on the other side of sunshine
exfoliant
the shades of the morning
alignment
bliss bomb
inertia
rise
transit
invisible threads
quantum leaps
before truth
break
outline
in the soft orange light of the morning i swelter....
radiant
everything valuable and transient
for the low lit sky it sparkles
interlude
requiem for the sky
celestial bodies
surge
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