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	<description>the existential poetry of justin mauk</description>
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		<title>somewhere i have felt this before</title>
		<description><![CDATA[morning breath of a breeze over legs tangled in sheets. i looked at your face, but it was too brilliant to see clearly. i touch your hair, realizing how the sun must feel as it illuminates each day.]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/somewhere-i-have-felt-this-before/</link>
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		<title>possibility</title>
		<description><![CDATA[in this vacuous space the only infinity lies in possibility.]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/possibility/</link>
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		<title>a moment left</title>
		<description><![CDATA[here is where the mind separates itself from the body. disoriented, forlorn; a porcelain monument dragged through rubble. if i crack, then i fall apart and everything looks like a puzzle not yet put together. truth was beauty, then it got the better of me. now these cracks are filled with the dust i will [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/a-moment-left/</link>
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		<title>an insignificant part of a grander scheme</title>
		<description><![CDATA[peering out from earth&#8217;s edges, apparently we were just occupants of some kid&#8217;s science project.]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/an-insignificant-part-of-a-grander-scheme/</link>
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		<title>perpetuity</title>
		<description><![CDATA[brash sand hardening the idyllic panorama of the shores at twilight. you can see such beauty until it is ruined at a bare realization that this sand is not meant for being traversed without one&#8217;s shoes. reality is a dull sensation felt at the bottom of my feet and the romantic notions have been co-opted [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/perpetuity/</link>
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		<title>waiting for mephistopheles</title>
		<description><![CDATA[there is an encyclopedic knowledge of everything - available at the snap of a finger. Faust gave his soul for such luxury, but we brush consequence off condemning our near future.]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/waiting-for-mephistopheles/</link>
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		<title>we are praying mantises</title>
		<description><![CDATA[your innocence is glimmering like the sunlight upon your lips that speak untruths so painful. i already know your answer: the sun beats on with your pulse, and if you want that to remain, then you should nary abstain. those thighs have invited any action i desire, and your words, your movements speak desperate refusals [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/we-are-praying-mantises/</link>
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		<title>beyond the horizon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[you have crossed the thicket and trekked through the marsh to find a vast plain of empty space, and wonder: what more is there to life? living with the presumption that there is no future left, you question what remains by foolishly rejecting possibility. in that bland vastness, beyond the horizon, is the horizon. it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/beyond-the-horizon/</link>
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		<title>i light a candle for you</title>
		<description><![CDATA[my fingers, so steady when captured in a moment, in a picture that is the only memoir we will have once you are gone. i sit alone, shaking as i approach the wick and it lights. i feel the warmth of your breath go up my wrist and it makes me shudder. awe-struck, my hand [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/i-light-a-candle-for-you/</link>
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		<title>somewhere out there, perhaps</title>
		<description><![CDATA[let me cower under your foamy layer for another moment. the sun is strange and i am afraid that it cannot hold another day. i feel as lost here as i was in the womb. i struggle not to suffocate. do i have a place? if my soles could touch sand, then my toes would [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/somewhere-out-there-perhaps/</link>
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		<title>should i land on my feet? (in the land of the dead)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[what is matter but the pitter-patter, our impression left on the earth. if we were made of some earthen clay withering away from the day of birth, then would it matter if we knew what was to happen after death? i&#8217;ve questioned the idea and asked myself, but i&#8217;ve become quite short of breath. what [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/should-i-land-on-my-feet-in-the-land-of-the-dead/</link>
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		<title>boot tracks in the mud</title>
		<description><![CDATA[forming a pool of water, my footprints have left a mark that will outlast my withering corpse. there will come a day when those prints will be trampled over by the feet of victorious infantries or the treads of imposing tanks. let us give thanks to those who fill our pockets and plates - we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/boot-tracks-in-the-mud/</link>
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		<title>titian beauty</title>
		<description><![CDATA[a subtle desire, billowing dissonance&#8230; erupts into a cacophony, this madness slowly drowning my footprints. as i step forward there you are. i could not go back even if i wanted to. but i have not thought of that until now. there is no back, only forward. so onward i step into the madness. my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/titian-beauty/</link>
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		<title>of whose beauty i am not</title>
		<description><![CDATA[sequins glimmering off the coast in the moonlight on crests of waves crashing into shores, breaking as a tide against the sand. i once asked you to carry me away into that fantastical sparkle, but you broke me in that foam and washed me into the sand. i love you for what i am not. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/of-whose-beauty-i-am-not/</link>
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		<title>on the edge of oblivion</title>
		<description><![CDATA[time, you slide like sand through my fingers and disappear into the wind that chaps and ages my face. we&#8217;ll meet again some day to discuss our differences. tell me, how is oblivion this time of year?]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/on-the-edge-of-oblivion/</link>
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		<title>layered observations</title>
		<description><![CDATA[when i was younger snow would fall from everywhere thursday looks like rain]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/layered-observations/</link>
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		<title>our spirited dreamscape</title>
		<description><![CDATA[as we lose ourselves in the synaptic crevices between human logic and reality, we stretch our imaginations further. the gaps then widen and sanity is the first victim of our attempt to understand. it&#8217;s okay. let us fill the gaps with superstitions and basal concepts of morality to create a sense of purpose. gaps filled [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/our-spirited-dreamscape/</link>
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		<title>the forgotten child</title>
		<description><![CDATA[a seed rolling into a crack sits alone &#8211; discarded and forgotten - but left only with this exclusion, it integrates its lonely surroundings, barren and profane, into its being. and it offers what it has to the nothingness which it is nearly overwhelmed by taking root, making a resignation in realizing that it is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/the-forgotten-child/</link>
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		<title>a memory is certain pain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[our words would touch our ears like soft whispers that tickle the side of your head. i used to like when i lost my mind like that, but now these words make painful attempts at gouging out my eyes and i&#8217;m sitting here with paint chips under my nails wondering if all that is left [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/a-memory-is-certain-pain/</link>
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		<title>a love affair with the madness of the world</title>
		<description><![CDATA[beauty must have the longevity of an autumn leaf or the impact of a summer breeze. such slight manifestations of irregularity that you barely feel or rarely see, but it is never permanent and it is never the same. that which holds beauty will only last the day. to understand why such things are would [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/in-love-with-the-madness-of-the-world/</link>
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