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Sea of Something

by laurennstanton

the particles of energy escape and rage

into the open sea

of hosts and connections

 

energy of the lived

the alive

 

it connects

with the person

it’s intended to be with

 

it bonds and bonds

and twists

 

it lives

vicariously

 

or directly

 

or covertly

 

intertwining rapidly

 

it bonds and twists

 

bonds and twists

 

it finds me in a field

of life

 

finds me in a field of love

 

i find myself in a place i call

 

happiness

 

the elated atoms ring

the telephone numbers of the

livid

the

vapid

 

the insane

 

the atoms emanate 

from my eyeballs to yours

i see you

 

i see you shining

in the light of the night in the moment

 

in the moment where i see you smile

you smile for me

 

the energy radiates like jellyfish coming from a bright blatant light

a light of life

 

a light of life of love of lingering

taunting

 

love

 

never ending love

the love of a lover of a lover of a liver

 

the never ending love is my energy

 

it belongs to me

 

it is mine

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laurennstanton
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">the light</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">the profound</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">pronounced light</span></p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">glows from the glass&nbsp;</span></p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">the glass shatters</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">as does the clock</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">the clock who can&rsquo;t seem to find</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">the correct location</span></p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">the clock who keeps the time of the wandering time keeper</span></p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">but the clock</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">the clock</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">contorts and fades</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">and disintegrates</span></p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">into nothing other than a man</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">who lost himself</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">eons ago</span></p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">lost himself in a forest of hope</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">trying to find the inspiration</span></p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">the inspiration that seemed to&nbsp;</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">radiate</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">from the shallow lips</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">of the woman he had encountered</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">a lifetime ago</span></p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">the shallow lips that pursed with&nbsp;</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">prim</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">grim</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">shadows.</span></p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">&ldquo;Never trust a woman with pursed lips.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">a woman on the train</span></p><p class="p1"><span class="s1">had casually expressed</span></p>

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