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becoming (Pimple) by <~>

I make my sounds like your sounds the same sound until separation inexists. song, song, sur-shaping the shape of the same some of the way with the way my thoughts weave, release heat--the waking is paying off-- releasing me in packets transmitted, rejoining, reconnoitering with the way my thinkings lengthen stretch connect, ah! strings vibrate, change key to join me: vibrate, elongate, entrain and my eyes pilot flight safe find way, race home while inside mind molecules align meld making it, making me you, no you through me veins splay, an antigen loosens what’s left of individuation found edged, frayed, and there’s cuts and gossamer-wove waves that pulse undersides, scrape a scale-less sky grayed with sign, pines needling me green, need. need. let go. let go my mind and float outside this skin, so thinnest connection still to self-chords struck they bind and who will you deny when the thrum the thrum the thrum hums hearts and red is blue is sum is us is you undone, but we are one.

Stephen Robins 4-Jun-04/5:54 AM
Considering you have such fantastic chebs, I am shocked no one has left a comment. The poem might be a little pretentious and the verbiage excessive, however the thought of your huge, rounded thr'pennies lands this poem with an instant -10-




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