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Sunday, September 16, 2012

In a Vacuum of Breath

under a magnifying glass
a flame becomes a fountain
hands reaching for the stars
at right angles to the moon

clouds now
  blankets

locks yearning for a key
  slowly

rolling the dice
  at the footsteps
in front of me

there is no sound in this space

merely the memory of a step
yet to be taken
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