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Breaking The Mold
Sounding as bells vacant over that darken
Red dusklit abyssal rockjagged canyon you
Fly over ducking branching sideswooping ice tree
Corridors sing dividing smaller and crystal see
Astounding these smells of worldly travels harken
We read Sanskrit dismissal our made plan grew
Ages of lucking into dancing tidehopping we seeing
The worst things spiting hounding us sadistically
Founding our libraries vocal whirrly scattered mark in
Seas drown it a reversal as our world view
Facing us fucking chance sings infinity's sing
Forests flooding might growing permissively
I have read this one several times.... each time I see something that I did not see before.... could be the mood I am in... or maybe it is the style and mood this was written in.... well done.... I really like things that grab me and make me come back again and again..... Renee'