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By chris Date: 2004 Aug 12 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.12.00.54.21988]] |
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like a vision from my fever dreams you come to me suddenly there (no such thing as time) and i find i've fallen into your eyes of darkest chocolate while your brown hair catches the last of the august afternoon light no more flights from worlds not our own because all of this is ours this known world that we can taste and touch and nothing is too much to take in all at once or a little at a time as some things should be enjoyed to avoid sudden rushes to the head and purple stars blooming behind the eyes like after the lightning strike yesterday just one hundred feet from my car halted on the road to somewhere having started off very much in light lost for one brief moment in the monsoon's daytime dark (no different than night) |