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My old habit
A tickling sensation. A murmured ghost of the past. I am addicted again.
My brain doesn’t let me wander too far from who I really am. So I try to see through the clouds of dust. Dig myself out again.
Sounding out into the abyss, shuttered in our nakedness I am alone. What I fail to see is the object of my silence.
This technology keeps me from myself
Falling toward the precipice, our souls at war.
Calm surrender, golden wake of time
Jupiter’s castle is wandering through the trees
Forest’s nectar prime