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the immensities and uncertainties of the horizon beat the wooden ribcage of my red kite heart,
that trails an endless tail of intricately twisted bowties and clumsily fumbled fond farewells-
flustered and r r r rr ready, whether the tether is reel or unraveled, i'm a havoc of wide eyes ,
ears for hearing fingerspluckingstrings from far below, music of magic hands i'll never forget
but the flight is a novel of wandering, about a journey- in all its confusion and ecstasy and
d e f ea t & ve l o ci t y . about a journey through time as much as through sp a a a ace
the past is alive! and close at hand
because when you think it's over , it's not
that's when it begins anew/ no matter where you are & we'll spend the week not sparing a wink
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