james
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I step into silver slipstreamsof SEMI conductor dreams
broad halo days of golden innocence
buried in the hatchet holes of
this aging tree bark frame
my thoughts are limbs
that lead to falling leaves
T'was once before the break of day when in the silence of a stored cachethere upon my memories ladder one ring above a thought came afterwhat was once so fine, so well placed, now lay defeated and disgraced
We talked of prized cheese
as if cheese was our master
in the great disaster of us,
Then mind spent, W(H)INE spent
on dreams only a fool would leave behind
we passed our own tests on our own
