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In the hall of hands
where the red god runs with the yellow deer
time is a sea immortal
embedding the magic of mind in shape
with smell of smoke and song of flame
guiding fingers in paint
for I pray to the shamans of a different dream
homage to the first of my kind
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Posted: Apr 2016

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mcradloff
Time is an elusive thing. I have been on this planet for 46 years, 8 months, 16 days, and 14 hours. Time seems to be unimportant when you are not at work, but when I'm at work it is definitely important, but not for good reasons.motorcycle
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