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Round
Ice white
reflecting undertones and overtones and pressing
a trillion tiny buttons inside my head and under my breast
and below my belt
until particles of pieces of things that should be
come out my ears and eyes
and get stuck in the open
for others to feel and touch and hear and shape and
chisel at my soul our soul the soul
i wish i had everyday clinging to me
like it does when i see the moon like it is tonight
Round Ice white hidden
obscured by the orange flavored smog filled valley
fitting perfectly with my coffee flavored smog filled mind
so easily hypnotized by the highway
travel in black and white with red break lights flying
like lightning bugs in June
20 minutes later the pass is a tunnel of fog isolating me
from the other seven hundred drivers joining me
in our nightly ritualistic coastal migration
And we can't even see the Getty on the hill
-DDM
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