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ahead

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I looked

but I didn’t see God.

& looked

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---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Leap into: .

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[things I’m afraid of]:

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Wherever you go

& there you are.

Between the space of our faces is a dangling ash,suspended by strands that

will separate us eventually. The ash,when eventually comes, will have grown.

The strands too thick to see you now, I wish you well. > > > > > > > > > >

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[the lifelong search for the sublime] > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .

as though speech were a still performance

Lost in the Abyss of Lake Michigan, Or Something.

I hear church bells sound from accross the street, They are warming like a kiss from you.But like a kiss from you that is through several layers of artificiality that now lines the insides of me.That kiss from you through these stratums feel like a memoryAnd I think it is until I feel your breath, taking mine.

O h, Nothing

[PG. 4 Yuri Gagarin PG. 6 Stephanie Gage PG. 8 “Beyond the Black Rainbow”]

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