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Lemon and ash skies…porcelain purging…the green of my heart chakra…the hot flashes and nausea…that coil me exoskeleton…a golden mean to an end… …bone dry veins & stick after stick…the gurney breeze & downhill slide…warmth & the dimming of lights…my gratitude speaks as the milk of sleep befalls… …the core of my being…the faces come to mind…smiling…as life caesuras… …where my head goes…unknown…consciousness snaps with thought in full moon tide…the birth of a new star from the void…a laugh… …a hand extended…my hand…to whom…I know not… …laughing…I come…I go…laughing… …one day He’ll come for me…for good…and we’ll make light a heavy life…chimera our humor… …& toll a great many bells…

E.A. O'Connell