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LOVE
there is a total
outside where you hide
inside windows painted in white
travel with numbers
elevated by the sound
trip through the timber
elongated and round
brother and sister
painted pages of ground
down to the center
the indian mounds
they must wonder how we know
every intelligent idea has an idiot cousin
why do you die and leave us in pain
crabbing for nothing out of nightmare frame
I'll load you piano
in mystify your brain
a cart full of soup and bread dream
floating sideways
along with the rain