i felt the earth turning then
when time attacked before dawn
i trod carefully
in strobe lights
on somethings edge
and
fell
down the day
into
a
peaceless knotted 3 am night
i had no continuity
there were
strangers in the mirror
it was a release long coming
antique pressure
mushrooming
in
the
golden
ziggy stardust
leaves
and my monday morning therapy
was a me hour
after
the
tears
dried
in a
winter low white wine sun
from lessprit.deviantart.com
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