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SEPTEMBER 28, 2014 – a minute reflection

I sleep therefore I am a stalker in dreams, I wake up with the vowels emboldened in my dream-scape, I wish I am silent in time and vocal in space, I wish I am entrenched in salt than the sweet sediments of sweat around my wishes. Sheer power of language and its basins overpower my wildest of the songs, weirdest of the acts, heist of the crimes, and leave me like an orchid on the wild wild west!