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Outside of commercially manufactured adrenaline rushes, the emotional toe-dipping lust for hot new skinny jeans or the fastest phone exists our increasingly rare genuine human experience. I sometimes struggle to remember that while life lives episodic, it is based on eternal themes. I hope that you are entertained by my exploration of this apparent dichotomy.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Dead River

I drifted downriver
Till the river ran dry.

Chased those dark flashes
Washed out when they cried.

Walked a too far road
Way past where it died.

Now that death
       it still moans
Yes that death
       feels like home.
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