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a passing day it has become The green numbers glaring off the dash always read ten minutes fast I broke a split-second too late to chase the clouds away I’ve got a sickening feeling churning up in my stomach I think it may be taking its toll, or just finding its place Echolocation ran you into a wall, you’ve got my sympathy Now go out and find that vote of confidence, the one we’re looking for Feeling on the dash for sunglasses to block the first morning sunshine Staring down at the lines on pavement, just kicking around what the night meant Half-shut eyes getting their first look, taking time to pull the sleep loose It feels just like winding down, but still feels like the sunshine Gathering of Children Head of triangled eyes, wide open like the sky Stars staring down at me – geometrical gathering Smile as if to know where the pointed arrow goes 14
Striped like a candy cane, lit by a hand of flames Snout like a baseball bat, stuck out long and flat Just there to see the sight, just hanging out at night Eyes grope the swollen face, feeling strangely out of place Walking with sandpaper soles, too afraid to venture home Just the second in command, upward eyes and spotted hands Blind and loyalty’s intact, philosophies are based in fact Keeping watch on the distance, feeding off a nervous penchant Breath in the chilling air disappears away with care Days-a-Wastin’ Like the last granules of sand – these are days-a-wastin’! Grease monkey on a bridge knows the password, knows which way to go Cold junkie on a ledge holds his heart, contemplates the jump Warm body on a bed flushes away the fears, regroups for tomorrow A hot head gathers steam – she knows there’s a train-a-comin’ 15
Page 3: Patterns of Reconciliation Matt Mau
Page 6 and 7: Introduction from the Prism of Past
Page 8 and 9: the exchange in Doraville - ‘Old
Page 10 and 11: was the last time I’d ever set fo
Page 12 and 13: exchanging vows at a church on a su
Page 14 and 15: You know all too well because your
Page 18 and 19: Sands-a-slippin’, the tide’s wa
Page 21 and 22: Part Two Determination of Deteriora
Page 23 and 24: epeating tender moments, and the sa
Page 25 and 26: An unconscious escape, just coining
Page 27 and 28: The colors within shadows can be in
Page 29 and 30: Waste high in deep panorama, life m
Page 31 and 32: weeping of our brothers and sisters
Page 33: only false consolation Eras die off
Page 36 and 37: Not Easily Resolved You packed for
Page 38 and 39: Am/Are a Shadow I am a shadow whose
Page 40 and 41: This was carefully thought out Just
Page 42 and 43: ack into the stream, the movement t
Page 44 and 45: The lonely call to action, random i
Page 47 and 48: Part Four Post-mortem or Rebirth 45
Page 49 and 50: When we met, I’d asked you where
Page 51 and 52: Breaking free is understanding the
Page 53 and 54: Blood Mediation in Transit Funny ho
Page 55 and 56: illicit gifts sent inconspicuously
Page 57 and 58: The brilliant remnants of dissemble
Page 59 and 60: In Accordance With the Shared Visio
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Page 64 and 65: Imprints & Post-Scripture Arrival,
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watching in waste’s rotation, a p
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Watching - lines of your fingers in
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... Captioning a void, formerly a v
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choking on the pill and its packagi
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Questions aren’t unasked nor dign
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News Cycle Each day is a process of
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we’re entrenched in impressions d
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Part Six Post-Scripture 79
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Status Interruptus The body resets
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The Spirit Vacuum Exploitive concep
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waking moments waged from fevered d
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Thank you - Bob Medina, Melissa Mil
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