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Capturing the snapping dragon gracefully
Amongst savage tagalongs from
Realms jumping metaphors
Still catching up to all the leaping years and
Getting lost while traveling in time’s translucent tunnels
Caught in the crust or shot through the dust
Refined as a belt that ranges free from
Previous iron stove embraces and
Don’t forget to leave
Traces of signature symbols
Chosen to represent individuality in side me and
Calibrating the co-decisions ripe across chasms and
Like a hovercraft hovers over matter’s opinion of physics
Controlling psychic vision seeing around corners and
Through all the different kinds of doors
Open, closed, naked and the clothed
When the eggs hit the floor and
The flowers sprinted into
The un-slid sliding glass window
(which seemed open to all of us)
We somehow finally stopped laughing
1.16.11
~~flot ~~
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