Gossamer Glass Hands

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She flew my nest. I cracked her eggs to think. 

Who's behind the eyes. Nobody can say. 

Mother imagination cackles like a little girl a youth one step ahead of time. 

"Danger. Warning. Warning." The automated alarm sounds. Crossing the borders to the land of Finnagans Wake. 

Numerical oddities perspire madness. 

I didn't pass the customs at Finnagans Wake but I will try again.

I can't have everything but I can have it all. 

Emotional power and extreme beauty without words feels like impotence. 

◄ tangential /tanˈdʒɛnʃ(ə)l/ sifting sands

Sheets Of Duration/Night Sweats ►

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