DJamesBreaux
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Life is a whisper....
a whisper between two worlds
where
the sun spends its winter
and the eastern cottontail cheats predators;
where the purple tailed swallow
hangs her hat evermore and
pale pink camelias grow wild
in the westward mountains,
the
westward mountains;
those characterless silent towers
spring calls home.
Who in the sam hill
could find controversy with this
space time continuum;
in this space,
this space....
the only one
we have left.
Yet still,
the angels
mount an insurrection
at 11:18 on the streets of eternity
and monolith-like speakers
broadcast the eulogies
of those left far behind.
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