Fuck your wonderful
nothing is worth the
shapeshifting moments
present when one is
sick in the heart.
Stars acid etch meaning
in the otherwise void
of masspacetime.
Ball ensconsed in black fabric
static radio waves
measure distance between
silent rocks
hurtling around unknown
sources of hot fusion
an illusion
of permanance
permeates
the feelings of continuities
heavy starched collar;
sticky broad shouldered summers.
Yes, I can dig this, man. End of summer reminds us we have to remember to forget about ourselves
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