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Tuesday, September 20, 2011



I let my head fall back but my mind keeps going

smaller and further I descend
through a painted universe

through far off galaxies
now just orange smudges
finger printed over a vast
black plum sky

I start to spin slowly
but I could look back up my spiral path
back through the celestial smears
right in to the back of my head
in to my vision
and back in to the night

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