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Echolocation

Tiny whispers in my mind:"It, he, we, and also mine."Everything I see I findis a reflection of my shine. Everything talks to me, and here I am with my eyes shut and my ears closed; scrunched up like an obstinate … Continue reading

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Avoidance

To sit in a void, a hard vacuum, would burst my eyes and boil my blood, and yet be so desirable. I could struggle with the contradiction, but prefer to just accept it like the warm embrace of winter. If … Continue reading

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Winding Road

The crooked line covers more ground. I’ve always preferred the scenic route, but I’m constantly more lost than found and a straight line has no time for doubt. I meander, sally, wander and wend, always walking to another place on … Continue reading

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The Worst Day of My Life

I love my home and I love my life. I also love my struggles and my strife because only friction can sharpen knives. I love the dark and I love the light. I love the day and I love the … Continue reading

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Light Lunch

If you are what you eat then it should be obvious that we’re all made of starlight, albeit at varying degrees of remove. It’s nearly impossible to see individual flecks of stardust when you’re surrounded by whole whirling worlds of … Continue reading

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Round Squares

Everything turns, for better or worse, and around again. We see a horizon in the distance, a straight dividing line, yet somehow we return. Perception and experience misalign; two truths both wrong. What’s at the center of all these round … Continue reading

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Synthesis (#tbt)

Pride and prejudice, poverty and power, panic and peace, push and pull, thesis and antithesis. A simple model for life. We come up with an idea about how things work, a thesis. Soon thereafter we discover that it’s not the … Continue reading

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