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[livingman]

a shadowy mirror slips its way around,
the bathroom tiles swim horizontally spinning,
madness of intersecting forever lines,
white when everything should be dark,
the still cold a constant compass
points southward trapped towards the sea
paradise prison in balmy cell
how could i tell her
i burned for more
that the palm trees had my same longings
its why coconuts float along the waves
escape and forever in motion