I am with no breeze
The leaves shake the tree to make me believe
Is it really just cells
Bars upon bars living within a yell
The words flirted so casual
Lots of chip with a side dish
An itch in a our arm hair
A twitch touching loose stares
A lively hare trotting up fine stairs
Windows oh so many windows
For the glare to pass over
For the screen to crack and expose us
For the prints to overlay
For the glass to shine toward us
And only us
The light brightens the mind
Makes us develop signs and the past
Makes me think fast when it creeps through the surfaces
Quick like a flip a few ways
skinny dip kool whip
I wish I had a decision to make but it all falls on flat earth
The change makes you sing
The brief tones the fake bones
The mornings after always being stoned
I yearn to be yolk
I wax on with the old folk
I'm preoccupied
The world is a few ways
The sea is a number
The water is the equation
The parasitic qualities of you an me
Grasp for a lesson get swallowed go home
Wait for the reunion a day in a glaze
The pupils held shut
The memory misbehaves
The blue becomes stuck
The floor to my room has crumbs
The broom are teeth
Young perception is just
The circle is an avatar
The keystrokes towards a word
Long forgotten journeys
Looking inside our culture
Looking out through a pane
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