The
imperial reign of our grand illusion, time-in-time, counter-clockwise, to
the parading of nature's Vain texture, a brilliantly recycled indifference,
like eagles nested in coins, slaughtering for flavor, Intel-inside us, life-size
building blocks and the smile of cumulus looming above it, thus you, on land,
a landmark in a photograph, like a machine for lost latitude, I watched from
earth as you all embraced, burned, seared edges of ancient glacial sky, the
calling of bastard angels to the north, canyon grids below were the net that
broke your fall, nomadic hymns were sung, and it has, yes, been a long trail,
and has, of course, been a translucent world, and you marked the birth of
my death, and the death of my death, as I re-enter this satirical stream of
illumination, where our sanctity continues to swim for dear life, though no
longer drowning, what it means to share the illusion...
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