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shooting lamina ribbons from the edges of a cube
Shaking travels, tiny oscillations, frenzied static
that reach out, pleading to be sledged down by some hammer in ecstasy
Hover just outside of a box
Streaming multicolored lines escape my body, through my arms and chest
In movements of furious speed, streamers making loops of impatience in on themselves
Twirling through an air that falls behind
Defy gravity with the weight of hungry curiosity and high bar for stimulus
Squeeze these corners tight and watch the streamers fall blank, fall dead
Wrapped back and shoved in some suitcase of beige belongingness
Take a scented marker and run it across my wrist in a show of childishness
Blue raspberry gum wrappers scattered at my feet,
the false aluminum courses through my veins
it is an extra layer of skin against the world’s barrage of toothpicks
I wear a costume of confetti and rush cartwheels through the crowd
Stand on my head and look around
In hand-extended loneliness, longing for some direction
Just a show of affection
For the brain of a youth
Words escape my mouth in hovered sentences that don’t make it through the medium
The supine air is a dome of disconnect
So I will mummify me in streamers of cotton candy
And put on a silver watch
Dowse the world in flames of technicolor
Fly over hologram hopscotch
Kick up cubes I pass over with my feet
And raise my face to the sun, thumping hands against the seat
Life a perfect soundwave,
Strike the sky against the beat
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