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trying for gruntled

March 9, 2011

dwelling on the consciousness of stones

while the sky plays saxophone

creating brand new footsteps to the rhythm of thought/unthought

 

falling into step with the pavement cracks

the abandoned cups and bricks and shoes

the puddles of dust

the plastic rags

the inadvertent oil paintings left by resting motos

cleaner than the inside of my head

 

so

dwelling on the consciousness of stones

while the sky plays saxophone

creating brand new footsteps to the rhythm of thought/unthought

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