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
Mellow is the yellow sun
Waving sunbeams in the air
Weaving golden
Oscillations, oscillations
Electronic evocations of sound’s reality
Spinning,
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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