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I've been in the right mind
but the trees have adjusted
to think about the loss of something worthwhile
and realize that the alternatives dies
like sound deadened but not in step
with something
the cloud mirror
the disappearing frame
let's think about the raga
just kidding
I put my own self on there
om
we want to just travel
but our hearts need to know we've been
another joke
lights out
and it could be a permanent state
a cloud
it wants to hang
and removed from it all
no exterior