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This alien land
Rushes off with the wind
Like pages flying away.
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Dusty, grubby hands
Flies on the food
The noise of highway trucks.
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We made love on the
Tallest building in the skyline
In the dark.
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The dirt grinds to dust
The flesh and metal spikes
Of man's collective mind.
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A white reality
Closed eyes
A breathing cerebrum.
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are they connected in any way? It's brilliant btw.
ReplyDeleteIt's actually upto you how you see it, but I guess these things are snatches of the life of a person's soul, and of the journey within and between lives.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot. =)
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