keeping consciousness together as if strung on a necklace
an ornament a trifle an extravagance
only the alienated could indulge
while other's strands snap and joyously
they chase all the rolling pieces of sensation
a sure thread runs through my thought
weighted with a tug of gravity sloping over
those other declenations
Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
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