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every pedestrian moment
our lives move in these great spaces
carved from wood
and smoothed in shapes
the mouth opens
space vehicles doused in grays
I left my sense of reality at home
The cars pull away from the curb
tress are umbrellas
There is no sense we knew each other before
yet the lightness of conversation
breaks open
Other notions
planet escape
I love the instance
and I like the speech
There is a moment
cradle your thoughts
bring it all to us
weaving codes
on bottle of absolute message