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In the dream of twilight I floated through a long divide. Carved up, now the mutilated guts are in fiji doing lengthwise dancing cross circles in the dust. there comes a time when you must rise up and smash yourself against the sky, the sun, and the moon, and see what the bleeding heaving gasping ripped up fragments of your soul reflect back at you from the colorless void. There was a morning when I awoke, covered in grey leaves, watching the kindness in my face and the compassion in these arms melt away before the fierce jaws of brutality...
then another day I awoke. there was a slight breeze blowing through the window. hardwood floors and walls and ceilings. three white candles burned by the bed, every bone in my body radiated a great heat and that heat warmed my skin. I walked outside and looked up at the world. Things were changing, you could feel it. Something in the electricity of the air. It was a simple detachment from the iron curtain. symbolically I took a deep plunge in the fluorescent river, not looking bad, there was a warm wide flourished caused in my wake. Everyone was speaking greek. I could almost understand what they were saying. obscurity and a love, unraveled and drifting.
then another day I awoke. there was a slight breeze blowing through the window. hardwood floors and walls and ceilings. three white candles burned by the bed, every bone in my body radiated a great heat and that heat warmed my skin. I walked outside and looked up at the world. Things were changing, you could feel it. Something in the electricity of the air. It was a simple detachment from the iron curtain. symbolically I took a deep plunge in the fluorescent river, not looking bad, there was a warm wide flourished caused in my wake. Everyone was speaking greek. I could almost understand what they were saying. obscurity and a love, unraveled and drifting.