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Melting Clocks
Stone skips, in – Ducks & Drakes.
Air displaced – Levity, light hearted carelessness…
(No matter the sky.)
Like
Pink balloons -
into
Sky blue balloons…
into
The blue-blue sky,
rising in calculations of levitations,
like
a dream of innocence
lost...
Lost to the ponderous pondering
of
mechanical
existence.
Rising ever higher…
Higher
even
than we could ever
aspire.
The world was lost
like a war.
And the exacted cost
was fire -
that did aspire,
similar
to
the balloon into the blue.
Up the surface
of
cloud storage
like
A picture that melts
& goes
Into
Smelt
&
Dross
... I decided to post this pic of me as a wee lad of [circa junior high]. (There is a FB page where one of my old classmates posted this, which really touched my heart, as I was sort of surprised to see that there were people who thought about me and wondered about me. (I dropped out of HS my junior year.) But yes... I think the pic (a digital pic of an analog pic) fits well with the piece ...
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