They made you wait by a unlocked cages
Counting For one hundred days and nights
only to find you were a make weight
short Of being a paper weight by the lake
in this abbacus imagination game
Of a moonlight night.
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Eight Wavelength movements
the obstacles of protracted cerebrums
progressions of a unsighted curve
hillside of varying degrees island separation dreams
dialling in eight degrees preparing line of sight
As grass flys from finger to breeze.
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along hour glass shore
Doesn’t ohm well for a time traveller
In a future you cannot choose or see
When you carved your initials on a tree
A scar too a valley girl you used to meet
by the trampled clarinet reeds.
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to whom you raise a Drink the bark now removed
And sown amongst Sunflowers in silverfish fields.
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