
On wings of infinity
we come across tiny pockets of vacuum
and in naive delusion
find their sepulchral reality
as the only essential truth
- dreams pulverized
forgetting sometimes
to fly altogether
circling eternally
in that groove
that one moment of grief
crystallizing into a lifetime
of dejected hopelessness
when all we need to do is
- move on....
Percussionists
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The clouds fiercely circled rings of fire across the sky.. the sea
soothingly embraced to pacify..
spools of dolphins broke out of the clouds joyously ...

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