Salty hearts suspended in time. . .

by indigosparke

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There is a world inside
A vast ocean
of thought
The weather is different
And the beats are slightly off

My feet sink
Into sandy surfaces
While my head floats
In rare clouds

Dancing wildly along a highway
Some form of tarantism
Yearning
For truth
and home

Gentle languid pulses
Print my skin
With geometric ripples
Receiving
Ever changing
Data

Splintered pieces
Lay
Like wounded soldiers
With flowers growing through their bones
On lands I don’t remember the names of

Forever searching in the memory banks of time…

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