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Echoing day

Echoing day

Boyband butane bubblehead lighters,

Bleeding noise

[4:46:06 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: softly the cultivation of dreams
[4:46:09 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: reveals the day
[4:46:13 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: to the searchers
[4:46:24 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: truth rests
[4:46:35 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: in the bridge between hope and timlessness
[4:46:42 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: nothing but integrity is left
[4:46:50 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: but it is one too polluted by expectation
[4:47:01 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: to be anything but disingenuous
[4:47:17 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: aimfullness of a given rhetoric
[4:47:29 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: navigates the surfeit rendering
[4:47:36 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: of our ambient catrography
[4:47:39 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: searching beauty
[4:47:45 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: searhing the act of seeking
[4:47:50 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: finding bliss doubt and nature
[4:48:08 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: to comfort the solipsistic avenues of our disentanglement
[4:48:15 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: in the culpability of a moment
[4:48:31 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: destiny serves a purpose of making night from cascades of starlight
[4:48:34 PM] Peter Theodoropoulos: echoing day.

Poem and image © 2016 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder

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