I looked up,
saw a cloud
floating by
without a sound.
Banana slugs do
their
Last night I woke up startled from another falling dream
It
Birds in their nests with their mothers
Prepare for their Maiden
The ocean is your god-self
The sun is your god-self
God is
Things got pretty dark there
It looked like we were stuck
It's
It's been going on more than a week now
I can't
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