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I Think of You - Ground Zero - 1
I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1) Leaving under a blood moon in a jet plane rising los angeles falls behind me and I... You. Two. Clouds dance to the song of the spiders. Latent sun rays fall on me like rain...I ...They say third time's the charm. On planes again. A sky...endless... and then finally from the other end of the world to here. A continent, an island, an australian flower drunk on wine. Her...uniqueness lends to her beauty. ...and I A fourth night. A church spire at sunset. At a distance bats fill the sky, resemble a smoke plume. ...I I plead the fifth. It's all these moons. Tonight a hunter's moon. She's unable to hide even with her bowl of clouds. It's no help. She has no spoon. Her luminous rays give her up. Moonshine in the moonlight over the sea. ...I I count...five, six...on the beach. A purple nightshade, a sand flower, Irish eyes speak uniquely to me. ....I I, you... you can't roll a seven with one die. Back on a plane. A snow fog blinding. From my window seat a one of a kind view. Alone, ...I I eight...ate...need to eat. Africa...a Safari. A plant chloroform green has holes like cheese. A large swiss leaf. I laugh and I...I distract myself. A stitch in time beats nine. Back in North America. A dilapidated fortress stares down an overwhelming thunderhead. ...I I camp out. It requires a tenth...tent. An Eagle never blinks. No eye lids. An unimpeded view. ...but I...I surrender. There is no place in the world I can escape. ...I i think of you. You are living art. Here. Now. What I perceive is what I live. I perceive us. I can picture you. I am photography, the camera, the lens. I absorb your image, process it. A form of plagiarism I didn't borrow. I stole. Inhaled you but ...I I dream and I... ...i think of you. Armand March 11 2015
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