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One Cell

Run… As fast as you can Red shades of dismal Flowing fear Melt to the glass of sand Hide… In the hollow hidden dry Drink down the spell Of earth and hell Indifferent to the sky Lie… Forever un-seamed Face down amidst The death of sound Black holes of melody Sleep… To the blood of setting sun From spiral dreams Look down at what One cell has now become …Jeff Bresee

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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