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1. days spent.the albatross came with a wingspan
great and unending. it strayed
for a moment, getting caught
in telephone wires but managing to
break free in the end. the elephant in
the room was unmoved, whispering
"what really makes things literary
is the conceit."
2. running.
blue and red lights flash behind me.
the dark purple bruises under my eyes don't respond,
feet shuffling to comply at knocks and fingers
fumbling with getting the window down in time.
i don't look the officer in the eye as i pass him
pieces of paper i assume are correct.
the windshield is invisible if you ignored the spider
web cracks on the passenger side. it's a reminder
from ancient times i'd like to think i don't remember.
"do you know how fast you were going, miss?"
last time i checked i wasn't moving, sir.
3. dreamt.
by the time we reached the destination, my feet were blue
and yellow and frozen. but i am okay, and it was otherwise safe.
we are standing at the edge of the world; it is nothing we haven't seen
before. i point to the planets crashing into one another,
the sad suns spilling out of my eyes and forgotten immediately.
ahead there is an expanse of darkness, coldness, nothingness.
i take your hand. we have known this place for a very, very long time.
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he hee i like the parts 1 and 2 but thinks dreamt are not so much for me . On 1 and 2 thereΒ΄s absurdity and reality ,thatΒ΄s Absurdales cousin and i know them well . Have a nice week end -
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This is really nice. Part 3 is especially beautiful.
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Your fantastic work has been featured here !
I'd really appreciate it if you could give the other features some love and 
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oh-!
wow.
i think you managed to capture incredible and
perfection in three parts and maybe one day i'll be able
to spell out beautiful and raw and emotion like you
can. i wish i could keep this poem in my pocket (always)
so that whenever the world seems to be having an
off day and i canβt see the mountains i could read this
and remember what it feels like to be amazed. <3
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i point to the planets crashing into one another,
the sad suns spilling out of my eyes and forgotten immediately.
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The metaphor in the first strophe is clever and amusing. I'm for the albatross. And the final strophe is a great end, the potency and significance of the planets, the threat of the vacuum. I really get that.
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Beluga are pretty cool.
For me, the eagle wins though.
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"do you know how fast you were going, miss?"
last time i checked i wasn't moving, sir.
beautifully and uniquely captured.
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Oh this is great, Nicole.
"do you know how fast you were going, miss?"
last time i checked i wasn't moving, sir.
And "dreamt" is amazing too. Beautiful way to end the year, my dear!
Happy new one.
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I second in concurence to "dreamt".
I liked this line:
"the sad suns spilling out of my eyes and forgotten immediately."
conclusive. today's not the first day he saw the sun. it is not the last but of many. now he walks under that same sun and shuts his blinds while it's still light out. today the sun is not warm for him and is blinding and incapacitating. today, the sun is just another star.
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that opening stanza is wry and clever and precise and witty and wonderful
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hah i knew you'd get it!
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im so glad that song inspired this,
'we speak in tongues, we speak in tongues'
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not much can get better than sunset rubdown.
'where were you
oh where were you
and where'd the fucking sun go?'
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this is probably eight times more brilliant than anything i've ever written and probably the best thing you've ever written and just absolutely astoundingly perfect and i'm angry and jealous and writing run-on sentences because of it. not that it's unusual for that to happen.
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