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In by Chris on October 12, 2010 at 12:13 am

I’ve found a whole new way
Of the world coming at me.
Things don’t look the same.
We’ll cover this room with paint,
Cover this planet with shapes
That have never been seen before.
The energy of crossing a mountain ridge,
Legs and lungs straining.
The air so cool
And the vista of the other-side.
Now we’ll start with clouds of paint
Dripping our enthusiasm into wanton puddles.
Soon everyone on the planet will join.
Sleep is understandable only in times past,
We were children before.
We are like children now,
This has never been done
And it needs doing.



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