by Serrin Argo
We came carrying into the flowers because of the same old shenanigans.
It was like we weren't indifferent to the hours so much as we no longer
cared about time. It was sort of like trying to capture the feeling of
letting go. As if we'd lived our lives grounded to the positive current
underlying the entire electromagnetic universe and as if we could
disconnect from that well it turns out you can to the point it becomes
addictive and that's why reincarnation's all the rage within the ever
spinning maelstrom surrounding the eye of the corona the opening
and widening of the iris receives to accommodate the visions
of the newly formed lands of paradise found blossoming about us
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