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world-spin
stars heavens planets incomprehensibly big spin bird hovering quietly around tropical flowers head spin too many thoughts screws tightening week-end migraine invasions of familiar distractions pain and desire uncomprehensibly big dreams spinning out of control fantasies never acted an angel hovering in the heavens spinning quickly out of my reach waiting to satisfy my longings those I ignore too frequently spinning tops - children's toys unlike balancing slinkies which watch the justice of time going by adult versions in precious woods cut from where the hummingbird hovers drinking thirty-six times per day the lungs of the planet cry matricide children of the earth their tops continue to spin accelerating until the darkness of the night hides the flowers hides everything familiar until, convinced of no other choice we relent and tarry forgotten desire to discover abandonned desire to find happiness while the heavens spin outside of human moderation grasp what you can find spin life into a fragile web where everything seems safe answers come to those practicing patience stupid aphorism spin words out of control out of control 5 march, 2006
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