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i want to mark this day. in her cruel may. twenty second of two thousand eight.

in the period of memorial to my deceased sister.

as much as i envied her death, i desired hope to live.

i wanted envy myself under the full sun, next to wide bluegreen,

concaved by brittle jadeorange layers. unripen.

the sea beckoned me to run barren to join her bones.

i shivered. shivered to shake her away.

i shivered. shivered to shake my flesh to survive

i must desire to feel more than the layers of the push and pull.

i must drip more blood on the sand. to leak my complete self out.

i must lose my bloodline. to feel how you feel.

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sound * image

7 intervals. 8 notes in an octave

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tasting the beautifully layered cliff-rocks that concaved us today

[ddulbda] no matching word here, not ripen, astringent

seeking the bloodline.

most of us neglect to constantly identify oneself.

assuming what we see from our dad is the d(e)adline.

who can own the original human identity?

one with the mysterious seed and soil?

adam and eve?

imagination embraces infinite possibility.

inspiration completes illogical desires.

i want to see what you see.

what’s washed up and moves on.

because i’m marshed up moving none.