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i am All is

Posted to Poetry




when the idea of the world had-
fallen away had-
broken away had-
shattered in jazztime to a
NuClear explosion at night,time-
in My head,time HAD
ripped trees from the ground-
in polka rhythm-
in dancing wind-
Screaming within
itself outside of
Myself Inside of -
Sand shelf that
All things must Rest on
for eternity and for linearity when
the SandCastles of what
I Saw as My childhood
slip-
thoughmyhands...
I am
all is
hourglass-flipped-
inside
out.