kite-boarders in the sun

you have, so often, radiation eyes that pull me through and i can somehow drift here, like this scathing sea just lingers on...

it's something closer to clever that keeps me here and i....

let's have paternal figures from the sea and gods written in the dropping of rain (no rust for our longing ears) and no you're one young and let's all think it through, just move and bustle with the aching sounds of free from fear and just be finally: more than fallen leaves or winter stones crossing rivers, grass that doesn't grow and we are just moving not thinking not going out there...

and now you're under i'm under we're under the night and being blanketed is no nice (no more plush carpets or red thrones, chairs, luxurious and unmighty) watch eyes drop (cowering) and we can be the groaning in the wind, what makes the birds sing, the green of the grass (overture here) and now you're mine somehow and we're under the sky (like being born) and delight so thrusting hands through the air means so much so little and saving is never what the world needed (let's try smiles) and learn...

walking long white sand beaches standing in the blue glow of somehow.

2004-03-06 | 2:37 p.m.
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