Everyone

Perception of time is warped

Three months are three years

Ghosts hiding in the entrails of magnetic bits

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Sell these waters by the drop

They twist and turn from the weeping mountains

Because the sea beckons

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Feel free to rest on the leaves

They coat the canopy

Settling in for the coming months

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The hole of inertia you leave behind

Hits me repeatedly

Wave after wave, each breaking and foaming

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Torn earth rises into the sky revealing its past.

Its verticality and capacity to hold on to crystalized rain

Allows for its beauty to be taken and used

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Blinding laughter

Smoke gets in my eyes

They both tear up

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A chair takes you to the top and all the while

You sit and you look down and over at me

You tell me there is some old phrase in French

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The dancing wisps are beautiful

Warm and sultry lives they lead

We bask in the orange light

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sweetie,

she will leave you,

and if she doesn't

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Despair is cold truth exposed,

a shatter of glass, some may say,

despair is hope deposed,

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