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[alexanderscttb]

  away from
the noise, the static became snow
fallen from the source,
  away from
monuments of the Past, at
last "I" was born;
  at last
my isolated Self became
separated from the ghost.

Here in the coldness of Unknown
I'm a nude spirit,
  boots,
jacket, pants are my leather skin;
my breath collects in the
  open air
    of this room, where

but a candle's
  reflection in this
    silent TV,
I'm smoke from
  the last cigarette
    I have on me,

Where I never find warmth,
  only temporary relief
    from varying degrees
of this coldness

suddenly after shakes,
when paralyzed the mind
floats away with spirit,
& the body acts
as if controlled by
  greater mysteries

where the soul is like a star
& societies are galaxies

where my eye is yours

because there is
nothing so static exists