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just that there's music
lemon on the mind
the trees sway and sing
just that there's embedded knowledge
a light weight to nature
until you get to the knuckle
just when the in between is enough
the cloud of doubt swamps the plane
the air conditioners don't work
just when you throw out the window
the mind doctor makes the rounds
in a color form
just and not proven just
the gladness gets bagged
a differential, ask the mechanic
just as we lower ourselves into the the cave
the equilateral triangle
that might hang above us
just becomes that which is not fixed
but holds us in our way
tilted and a mask