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life is but a great globe of know dough
circling the hive
and you can find your smile
hiding in a carnival's shawl
diapers are ending in doom
the ocean is filled with the plume
giant arcades in the sky
the blue and the orange going
well I won't comb
the tomb of the very unknown
and I won't mind
the wobbling aspects of time.
The great leader of foams
who grants us the memorial tome
As death passes through our palm
light shades and memorial psalm
I grant you the life that you own
knowing that it was a loan
for gravities absence not
a grave at the end of the loam
in times of trouble I'm home