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Aug 12, 2015 17:33

A spiritual epoch may be upon me.

graceless, strained and stretched striated limbs

from rooftop to vanishing points, endless.

isolation is seeking communion and never finding it. isolation is
a
search

a prayerful, tearful employment of pleases and courtesies to some

ritual beyond the inscribed wisdoms

something untouchable.

it is upon me, hovering like choice.
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