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Dance in the Dust

I am drifting into memories. Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun- In ceaseless renewal, Staining the depths of my eyes with images In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity, Stringing together this conscious stream I play in. My stupendous world made of dust and space Tightrope walking existence! Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch In a place so lonely when counted, Yet so abounding when felt! So dance in the dust Poised miles above the earth Prance on your stilts, And peek into the great valleys beneath her skin. Because any moment we could vanish Into Jacob Reinhardt 9/19/2013

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