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August 27, 2015
Centered in the key, this bell sounds, a vibration multiplies into a billion shuddered cells astounded on the desert plain like shocked prairie dogs before the twister ravages calm, this calm, this peace where then water recedes, where the sky goes blank, where the birds flee and the fish hide, this serenity belying its own vexation on this mind that fits where the key turned, and the ears ring with the vibration reverberating into none, is the place of creation I seek, the habitation of my soul when its meat and proper to shatter on a page of bleeding words.