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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

hybrid high, high high above

If I'm in the gleam of this
machine, imperfect
in the perfect way
it limits me, where it takes
me in it, it takes me (placed 
in it) places perfectly 
suited to it and its suit 
(my suit) of gleaming blue, 
machining me into other blues 
where I couldn't be without it.

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