March 2012
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“not believing in coincidences makes accepting reality a whole lot more difficult”
a web of delicacies, intricately intertwined, the silk spuds connect and diverge-
from one another
& sputter, sparkle, glimmer.. & fade
like fireflies and burnt light bulbs that shone & popped
then ceased
to be,
but we went on, we kept on dancing without them.
And you can feel them, the sparks in the fibers of your being, in the particles carrying air, and water, and blood,...
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