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I sink my hands into the ledge of a shore, wheezing gentle ripples form; Order disarranged. Curious- curious as I became something e l s e Drifting flakes of myself, Kalaiedoscopic Like tiny spot in a grain Within this moment High-speed prisms of chaos In russet and chrome, purple onyx emerge Watching them spinning inside my chest There is no reality, though. I rivet along a sea Daring the crest that wades, so impusively, Existence rubbing my flesh, as I sink my hands into the ledge of a shore. Get Your Scissors Out: Cut-Up Poems/Word Collage For Charlotte Puddifoot

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