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It wears my face, speaks in my name. yet the two of aren't the same. There's thunder and there's, day and night, truth upon a dark bridge somewhere between self and lies in bright lightning strikes as the world as I know it moves through time.
If only I could find a way to set it down, appreciate life as it used to be, though in these insistent flashes of summary loss and cynicism in regard to true identity I fear the reconcile is too late.
Am I the mask or the face behind it? Both of course, yet the loss endures. No matter which side I choose I lose.
If only I could find a way to set it down, appreciate life as it used to be, though in these insistent flashes of summary loss and cynicism in regard to true identity I fear the reconcile is too late.
Am I the mask or the face behind it? Both of course, yet the loss endures. No matter which side I choose I lose.
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Lasers, a poisoned coyote and missing chickens. Thunder storms, crossing green and mind bending miles. I get out of the truck, touch a box, feel a sort of existential bitter nothing as a million pines look on and locusts buzz and hop. There's a catharsis in that electric air, a hopeless hack raising fixation as the rain comes down, and I know not what I'm there for.
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