For years I danced with spiders
On moldy windowsills
Tripping the night fantastic
Neon rainbows glowing
In dark winter skies
Our island suspended
No center, no linear
Endlessly fascinated by geographical shapes
Intersecting, diverging, refracting
Emerging, spiraling out like an insane Mandelbrot
My dreams were selfish
Worth staying up for
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