Afternoon trip
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The visionscape liquefies
As pools of textured ceiling
Reflect my face at my feet

Then the waves roll in
Dripping particles
Tripping marvels
Measured soul kin

Lapping at my boots
Worn and weary
From perpetual travel

How and what to
Sit at that shore again
On the ocean of acoustical tile
With sign after sine
Stacking in rank and file
To explode in a fury
Mist at the soles of my soul.

It just keeps going
Fed by dusty droplets
Of quantum surreality

Was that the earth, quaking
Or just me, shaking

Is it all a crystal life flake?
Making these ripples
Above me in the floor
Time Kills Us All
Closed For Repairs
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