When I attempt to approach the Beauty in a Thing-
the Galaxies in my Head give me Wind.
They Encroach upon thought and memory,
synaptic fireworks fizzle-dampened waves-
Now Still.
Some dark winding River clears way.
Some historic monument man Is drifting.
Exploring, finding, exhorting.
the Galaxies in my Head give me Wind.
They Encroach upon thought and memory,
synaptic fireworks fizzle-dampened waves-
Now Still.
Some dark winding River clears way.
Some historic monument man Is drifting.
Exploring, finding, exhorting.
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