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Sunday, March 7, 2010

Mornings☂1:21 PM

Vibrations and lights emit
reaching end to end with blindness
Speaking as if it is the last word that is ever going to come out
the build up of energy from my body to my throat
what approaches is small yet eminently faint
Voice and nothing responds
The optics peel open to see the commotion
Retraction to the first appearance of illumination
Why are you still flushing radiant colours and shaking with vigorous motions and sounds?
Oh, thats right,
it was my own morning call to myself, not someone else's.
Stupid alarm clock
Back to sleep

the colours that fill up my life fill up my soul spilled on this page absorbed through your eyes

kaleidoscope skies