particle collider
i am dr.
a lot of conclusive
indecisive
three black and white stripes
my eye cannot get
perspective right
speak again my muse
as i am absent from myself
my metal wings will take me
to the point of being seldom
always to return, no return
in this lack of words
cross encounter
moves the eye
backspace key
Clearword, moonshot
marbleflux, quarries, spheres
i like to twirl before i see
the empty of my snowy dreams
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