A pox on you You love and you run.
A pox on
Dust, this day is hash...
A broken bottle’s inside
Strewn with rinds
Oscillations, oscillations
Electronic evocations of sound’s reality
Spinning,
Seagreen serenades awaken me to dream
and turn the world to
Oceans full of bounty
That flows within their bodies.
Quiet but mighty
You and I Could walk together
You and I Could talk together
You and
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