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Sunday, December 2, 2012

nowhere


where…
 it was slowly rising above the dome
of our night.  our eyes worshiped.
tingling of our words entangled.
vibrating touch on our lips.
the ground drifted away, swallowing
 the falling tides. our eyes soaked,
sifted through the sand to the core,
evaporated in the hot,
repeating cycles like heartbeats.
drowned, unknown, drowsy.
the remnants are sailing into the fog.
 rivers static,
locked within the walls of gray.
nowhere gnaws 
c:NKO11/30/12 

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