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you would be there
there
face, let it be evasive
the night man closes the door
good morning!
Bright sunshine
lemon yellow
surfboard
against the aqua wall
a sea dog floats on concurrent waves
last remnants of radio static
a road closes into itself
the millionth minded mom
the gentle organ floats above it all
"Those kids don't know what they're doing"
the mighty trick been played on us all
the plants grow in the evening light
then we smell the sweet ether
the pillow dividing us
as a twig in amber