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she meanders like a fire
into darkness and over the silence
around cascading waterfalls
she pools at the bottom of your heart
then she’s gone again
as quick as she arrived
she flees from her own form
softer than a rain storm
shallower than a puddle
her magic remains active
in the thunder’s hunger
for another thousand years of slumber
i strum the guitar
sit up by the fire
and speak words of broken music
solvents could never
dissolve these misplaced feelings
servants shine our shoes
against the backdrop of the news
swarms of silent reveries
humanities dismemberment
our agreements forgotten and gone rotten
like cattle in the slaughterhouse
our trust is rusted like copper left out in the rain
melted into liquid castings
i embark on the outgoing tides
side with the devil and you are bound to fall
so even after all the ups and downs
and years of underground living
we return to the fire of the sun as a new material
a type of clay ready to be burnt
a piece of wood that is quick to smoke
stoked by love’s hands
standing out or in
i shall never know
the loudness of the echo
the mountains or the rainbow’s demolition
strategies broken by time’s indecision
situations mistaken
as if they were not awakened yet
i am getting wet
standing in the rain
and snakes are dancing on the lawn
sighs and groans as we uncover existence’s bones
scraped like the fragile leaves from the dusty road
spend another hour sitting quiet
it will inform you mind more than words
be a part of the symphony's excitement
without getting lost in the tones
we face the obstacle of our sporadic attentions
smitten by lust we become untrustworthy
smaller than a fly or like a tiny worm
we reply to comments made in jest with vitriolic acid
what is an uncontested conquest
who are these whales that we are in denial of
why do worms lick the offerings
as small hands touch your hair
i see infinity in every sentence
i taste your love in every essence
forensics reveal shields of information
yet the meaning hides behind these empty equations
should we even bother drinking from those streams
where knowledge gathers and spills itself completely
or would you rather undress in front of ignorance
as i set sail upon my quest to become wise
for how long will these sights be denied to us
while forests remain on fire your sad leftovers expire
with hands in your pockets you walk quickly to your left
i turn the corner and half expect to run into you
will you run away again or will you give chase
September's days are shorter than those nights
that you spent reading and cherishing your candles
i smell the amber and the sandalwood in your hair
i wonder if i dare become mortal again for you
sporting a winter coat in the summer
the angels arrive wearing their pajamas
ready for a slumber party in the basement
are these thoughts just fragments of memory
in shrouds of undigested material
do i really still appeal to you
we are describing what we are not
yet its coinciding with what we are
poetry is reason if god is a father
and morning comes after the last star falls
masks of beauty
shooting at the moon
sweeping arrows
saddle the tunes
i cruise for nests of honey
set in diamond casings
situated among the flowers of yesterday’s
paparazzi
sages sneer at pimpled teenagers
future primal actors in the dreamtime
see me in this humidity
drier than a cactus
standing out like prickly pear flowers
and nopale sandwiches
made from green shoots and stems
our splendid appendages brought forth
oh the void
in mayhem’s embrace we chase the testament that
makes no mistakes
and never defiles them
grace is a carpet
a sheep skin in the winter
seminars of laughter barren like your refrigerator
sheet rock stallions
stand firm against the oppressive shields of bureaucracy
i see candle light dinners waiting for the masses
to matriculate from kindergarten
whole and compassionately flooded
like never before this uncertainty yields
certain seeds hungry as wolves
relevance and relativity releasing
control of activity inevitably seeks
remembrances young and old
forgotten and slovenly
on vacations away from home
remove your shoes and your blouse
ivory tusks are haunting piano stores
yurts and palaces
loose women love the theater
and you are looser than the wind
freer than the fire you are pure desire
you are brighter than a million icecaps
reflecting the cold morning’s funeral
liberated by peculiar persons
your face is whiter than the moon
governing all bodies of water with your power
that comes from inside of you
riding the waves of emancipated thunder
crashing, crying, calling out for her father
witnessing whitewashed landscapes
laudable bandaids and hungarian heavyweights
stranded by the shore
Love is a prophetess
Who gets her powers from the heart
She whispers secrets serpentine
And dances in the dark
vermillion and green
i see the unseen
bursting through trees
i am free
the light of infinity
so bright i can hardly breathe
pours through my eyes, in reflections
i find my soul
hallow, whole, and holy
in triads, we define
signs and sights
surrounded by love
all songs are sung, in darkness
opening your eyes
is a form of worshiping, light
that is justified
only by sight unseen
Grief is a reef in the ocean where silent angels dance with sharks and shimmering shells merge with shards of sea glass to become the living art which consistently opens the mermaid's heart.
i come cherishing and bearing gifts
figures of speech are my playthings
like furniture i am remodeled daily
and intuitively placed around your home
the finer things in life are free
so see me there upon your TV screen
i am electromagnetic static
that illuminates your blankets
and i am the black and white of advertisements
i am figures of forgotten speech
so record the unwatched programs
in your mind’s virtual memory
the hard drive of work and play
creates hundreds of new retirees each day
hundreds of haunted expatriates
knuckle-headed people
that couldn't tread lightly
even if they wanted to
so will you please untie me
and remove these binds and chains
it's time to free the lover from the psyche
for that is all she ever wrote
swiftly it ended like feathers in the wind
and our hours finished like time had stood still
respect the transition and let go of will
for our useless attempts to force our way
usually never end too well
sell me the secrets that you’ve kept hidden
i’ll bend the rules for you
i’ll sell my tools for you
i’ll accept fools for you
excellent we are
the traders of the heart
far and apart and as close
as the earth beneath our feet
in sweet sage and thyme
lifetimes fly by
i eat and breathe
to keep the flames alive
and remind myself that i will never die
and my soul will be free
free as the wind cascading upon a lake
satiated by love and sweet goddesses above
I hear music as i'm drifting in and out of consciousness
We are all lotus flowers in denial of our fingerprints
why do we pontificate to the point of no return
if language is a bridge than i wish to toss you over the railing
and what if i did
would you despise me or be grateful
are we certain that we are angels
or perhaps we came about by accident
our opposable articulations mere artifacts of evolution
and would you be opposed to me
knowing your other names
forever shaming each other
for the ways that we are the same

same language
same bodies
same insecurities
same feelings
same meanings
sledgehammers finish off the drudgery
some moments are pounding
others are cool like the crystal ocean
a depth of vision is necessary
if you wish to transcend
the edges of your inevitable vulnerability
i am in need of shelter from her fire
a muse that burns all that she inspires
a silent lover of beauty
furthering her art
between the spaces of dreams
our fingers slip into everything
and become entangled like twine
rest here and unwind your heart strings
the scintillating heat is blinding yet rejuvenating
if you are my love then uncover your soul
give naked silence a chance to grow
surround my faithless jungle
with your vines of hope
i am conscious of the lack of rope
this happiness is binding
like kindness climbing invisible ladders
you shatter the silhouette of my perfect idol
i sneak a peak at a photograph
that you have kept hidden
silver visions destined to uncover
the lust of beauty
smiled in my direction
if we wish to dance then circle around the fire
aspire for magic to abolish your name
switch places with your shadow
and feel the earth within your skin
give god a better reason than your sadness
and she may even begin to sing again
sentence me to this willow tree
and i’ll be bound for silence
swallowing the marrow
you neglected all the violence
sister of the wilderness
sister of the sea
respect the aging waterlily
and tie your hands to me
Long legs are in this season.
So bring your own cameras.
Prom-queens dream of deflowering each other,
To the sounds of ******* pounding.
Hundreds of tears falling simultaneously.
Who paints these images.
Situations are limited,
Don't you think?
These rifts between the continents.
Indeed, fit together quite nicely.
Are you romantic or just pedantic?
Lands of love are lost like missing contact lenses.
So remove your power cords from faulty sockets.
Rockets to the moon keep time to your tune.
I wonder if truces are too much to ask for?
Did you sour this moment?
By being too loud or intrusive,
While the angels are all moaning,
Phony people throw pebbles into rivers.
Are we awake or are we dreaming?
Keep streams clean,
And instead throw your rocks at people!
She said, "In this relationship,
We are each equipped with a parachute,
And I would never blame you,
If you felt compelled to use it."

A warning: It never gets better than this..

P.S. She also said, "I packed both of them myself."
I wished to hold her against my will
And envelop her in smoldering flames
She said,
Why’d you have to go and ruin it again
When all we had of love
Was much greater than pretending
We never knew the extent
To which we were being dishonest
Those meretricious arguments
Only fed our discontentment
She claimed, we seldom slept
I begged to differ
We held passionate vigil
And reveled in our bloodletting
Go to bed, she yelled
It's time to sleep
We each need to find some peace
If we are to ever speak again
When push comes to shove
I admit i was wrong
To have ever trusted her
In a world that is always
A bit too eager to go to war
You like to wrap yourself
Around my body like a vine
And make love to me slowly
Like a twelve toed sloth
Dancing in the dark
a silent lover of beauty
furthering her art
between the spaces of dreams
and ancient nightmares
her fingers slip into everything
and become tangled like twine
rest here and unwind your heart strings
the scintillating heat
is blinding yet rejuvenating
if you choose to be a lover
then please uncover your soul
and give this naked silence
a fighting chance to grow
What you left unsaid
Are these colors black or red
Shapeshifters attack
Salubrious sonograms
And sound healers attract
Short staffed serenity slingers
Short sleeved solipsists
Say fare thee well sweetheart
If we ever lose touch
With our self
Smile,

You're on tell-a-vision.
i remember plenty of things from the past
sand dollars and slippers
smooth operators
with lips like pudding
so tasty i was frightened
smash the trash with broken hammers
into pieces tinier than sand
an armfull of garbage
carried to the curb
so we can say we are living
in the glory of the suburbs
wearing suntan lotion
strumming her guitar
all over her are scars
covered in hearts
sporting no bra
i am aroused by
her sound current
I have reached a new level of loneliness
Where the alabaster sky resides in my soul
I dream of nothing but uncovering
These places of hidden sorrow
As grief comes to your bed like fallen snow
You ready yourself for dissolving
One soul speaks through all beings. Do you feel your breath this instant? Listen to your gut. So much for laughter that never hurts.
Maybe that's true if only for less than a minute.
But prisons have rhythmic fences. And sentences are full of repetitive dissonance.
Listen to inflections upon inflections of assonant elements.

Permanent renegades find solace in their bank accounts.
Routine check-ups in tenements are redundant.
As are our abundant landlords.
Saddled with debt, sandwiched between apartments and developments.
It's a cantankerous day in the city.
Our feet are fired up. Like living in an aquarium.
A solarium is a serpent's ideal apartment.
Kindness is always humble.
So I stumbled into your arms and found my retirement package.
We all want to claim that we belong
To the world's most notoriously boring circus
Yet we are potentially only decades
Away from becoming like the dinosaurs
So much for solidarity in the shadows
When there are no easy endings or exit strategies
And the doors and windows of the world
Have all been shut for far too long
Jumper cables
Next door
Neighbors
Hourglasses
Sad lives
Justify
Hungry eyes
We deny
Compassion
Hunted
Lawyers
Doomsday preachers
Feelings
Swept
Beneath
These sheets
We create
Concrete prisons
Give ourselves
Invisible guards
Control is impulsive
So for once
Just smile
Create a marvel
And if
You dare
To dream
You will
Be esteemed
By radical
Beauty
new manners are being formed
as the era of the dawn is getting warmer
groping with ***** hands
for candy bars that can’t be bought
our names have become sullied
as our souls were polished in the serpentine waters
welcoming women into the thick of it
the folds of this organization
are still unmentionable
i prefer to remain in the vital spark of the species
our hearts are clocks
keeping time to rhythms long gone
and forgotten by most
except the loyal soldiers
who carry spears in their teeth
your hurt is clear
yet i must keep wary of your fear
thank you dear for everything is clearer now
and that's the way we like it
our hearts and minds can’t hide it
the chronicles of complexity are such
that we expect the unacceptable
somatic insurgencies
the chronic divergence from field to flatland
cubicles are likely as carcinogenic
as cantankerous old ladies are successful
at liberating the hearts and minds
of their children's babies
It's an anthem of attraction
To remember everything
Is the magic of heaven
Worship the lips
That compose your inhibitions
We are following our feelings
And intuition
Into this liminal realm
Of beauty and danger
You don't need my permission
To become the next savior
Have you formed an agreement
With a lonely stranger
It's extremely dangerous
To know too much
And have seen too little
I walk in space and waste insight
It's instrumental to meddle
In other people's relationships
We are relative triangles
Underneath our meaningless defenses
Existence is contagious
It's rearranging itself
Into living particles
Farming our senses
Framing our perceptions
Hegemonic arrangements
Of melodious derangement
I exclaim your name
Out loud we drown in frothy rivers
You curtail your daughters
Copious amounts of sound
Louder than a snoring giant
We are explosive like dynamite
Compliance is not a virtue
When everything is untrustworthy
We are burning like the rain-forests
It's ***** money
And dangerous practices
That make us into petty victims
Where we think there are no consequences
The youth only respects music
And furnish their denial with carpets and cameras
I see you on the computer screen
Making fun of all these images
And wonder if you've really lost your mind
Somewhere it is time to sleep
But I promise to keep trying
To talk to you in my dreams
song pirates sing of the dawn's dying
she holds the key to our suffering
and turns the lock a little tighter every day
but if we turn our attention inward
she may open it for just a moment
and inside you will see your own reflection
a jewel shining on the surface of emerald waters
your turquoise symmetry refracted perfectly
off the wings of a bird’s tail-feathers

i swam for centuries and landed on your shoreline
the missing continents revealed their bodies
in splinters of humanity i perceive hope that springs eternal
but its plunged back into the sea before it fully surfaces
like old volcanos and rainbows our minds are volatile
and only give forth new ideas occasionally
silent eroticisms in the shadows of daffodils
make our plea to the plutocracy that bleeds us
salvation waits upon the station’s furthest platform
for its train to depart
a miserable situation to be left without compensation
i have no doubt you are suffering dearly
from everything that went down
women are weaving bracelets
talismans made from hair, nails and rope
soap and sandalwood caress our souls
in cleanliness we find solace
as our weapons of separation
disappear down drains of hope
in retrograde venus renamed herself

open are the skies
open like the folds of skin between her eyes
ulterior power sources
song pirates sing of dawn's dying
she holds the key to our suffering
and turns the lock a little tighter every day
but if we turn our attention inward she may open it for a moment
and inside you will see your own reflection
a jewel shining on the surface of emerald waters
turquoise symmetry off the wings of a bird’s tail-feathers
i swam for centuries and landed on your shoreline
the missing continents revealed their bodies
in splinters of humanity i perceive hope that springs eternal
but its plunged back into the sea before it fully surfaces
like old volcanoes our minds are volatile
and only give forth new ideas occasionally
You are attempting to attune
Our souls to the beginning
As if the source of moisture
Is to be found only in our shadows
You are balancing on *******
While concrete still lingers in our ears
We are here and now quite beautiful
Yet bound to fall asleep over and over again
For what often seems like an eternity

Like real men and women
We will try to occupy these predicaments
And stand on solid ground
While letting our mouths water
Just a little at the sound
Of all the empty promises
That you're handing out
Is ignorance contagious?
It must not be.
Because if it was,
everyone around you,
would be suffering.
with elephant’s tenacity
artificial correctness
nonsensical directness
derelicts and kings
lick my wings
stick your finger in the seams
of the heart and pry it apart
start now
and drink nectar
eternally a child
our fathers
are making webs
forever thriving
the shift begets
these heady whispers
of green eyes
and respect
for indigenous swords
and sovereign
beings
words take up space like cows
and eat the fields of our mouths
sew the seeds of drought
from over-consumption
we learn to go without
sparrows speak in tired streaks of color
gardens blossom on windy cheeks in summer
is this juicy wisteria or just a loquacious vulture
harsh words spoken in defense of culture
keep your soft hands steadily upon my temples
sneak a peek at the hoary eyed tempest
slowly weave another’s mind into your own
breathe in the dreams that you once disowned
you reap what you sow
cast off your shadow
and call the roll
see who shows up
love is a lady with tiny fingers
and sweet smelling clothes
and beauty that lingers
cantankerous old men with cataracts
drown upon the folds
of your wedding gown
i am that fabric that comes in a roll
and if you inhale
the diamonds will follow
remove veils and teach the people music
give your wisdom and produce harmony
wild candy and replenishment
reprimanded only by tyranny

i wish that your heart would never stop beating
i am speaking personally again
i am a well behaved child
i smile when necessary
i feel deeply
i am uncomfortable in your presence
i am an example of fundamental tendencies
i am deeply distrusting
i am relatively harmless
i am violent and psychotic
i am punished by silence
i am a mumbling scientist
i am retired
i am desired
i am abundant and prosperous
i am light and bright like phosphorous

possums speak of possibilities
as i peak behind the curtains
and sense what a chilly week its been
We reduce our words
To merely talking
Happiness is your birthright
And mellow are the landmines
That blow up all your skies
Plumes of sacred feathers
Retired air force generals
Balancing against our wills
Handstands demand attention
Stand ***** and face the firing squad
What a load of garbage
Who are we to speak of this
You bring me to my knees
I resemble my father
And you take after me
Are we destined to swim
In uncertain territory forever
What are we aiming our minds at creating
Brands and businesses are fading
Instagram demons sweep through your basements
Bringing up subconscious lessons
From suitcases buried deep within our closets
The currency of yoga these days is spiritual bypass
As models and actresses become the norm as teachers
Robust beauties bouncing in their bedrooms
With ample bodices and bosoms all for sale
Our blood is equipped with spit and spirit
And it flows right into our splintered hearts
We are already shifting stratospheres
For there was a lonely place here
Even before the earth appeared, quite naked
We infiltrated the epicenter of the universe
Just to hear her whisper in the dark
spray paint the invasion
describe with ideation
birth the new paradigm
swerve beyond swollen brains
hunger for the growing pains
create paintings from stains
on sidewalks left behind
i am inside empty trash cans
your face demands attention
but my spirit splits dimensions
serendipity accounts for reason
our signs reveal the seasons
so long yesterday
our faults will not get in our way
our efforts to be kind
are rewarded all the time
ultimate expansion
the status of god
******* the action
accounting for the beyond
Fallow fields never heal
We are ready to depart
So start spreading the wine and cheese
Affix your mind to the divine
Many are the ways we’ve declined
Since televisions became commonplace
So let’s deny our limits
Communicate our victories
Perhaps we will find our salvation
Amidst the flowers of agitation
Life is a complacent ***** grinder
Love is like the fingers that linger on your shoulder
While you wade through treacherous waters
I love to embrace the taste of honey
On your milk-chocolate coated tongue
We listen to the young and the dying
Who are crying out in accented whispers
That love is like a candlelit river
Finding smooth surfaces to dance upon
Its true that making love is a gamble
That's why we remain intangible
Despite the changing tides and winds
Please listen closely because life is not a given
We may be two shimmering bodies
But beauty is often wasted on the living
And you were always following the money
Until you found that comfort became a burden
And somebody else took your place
In the middle of the picture frame on the mantle
But who takes your temperature
Until your last breath and when you’re dying
I remain unperturbed by demons and diamonds
Love is a resilient supply chain
Come cuddle me here in the ethers
Whenever you are hard of hearing
Love is really far away despite its reaching
But tonight I can see the stars throughout your fingers
Lovers are always found without a compass
They're out cruising for a little beauty and some violence
We lost the need to believe in the sacredness of Spring
The moment we became feathers in the wind
And you never know what you'll find lying in the gutter
Until you roll up your sleeves and dig a little deeper
I am a scoundrel squirreling away my ideas
I am a coward hiding in fear
In the light of yesterday’s triangles
In the light of yesterday’s eyeballs

In the light of yesterday
You reside in a collapsing tidal wave of love
I am a mountain wondering
If you will ever try to move me
i love singing and playing guitar
every day for an hour or two
i meditate and release my heart
in the rhythm of our future
the past is never far behind
and i am positive we will be just fine
as music soothes savages
it also refines our minds
and gives us our carriages
so that we can fly
i am forever grateful
to that universal architect
who so capably designed
all of space and time
in which we truly do abide
and whose daily blueprints
are engraven in the inky darkness
betwixt and between the very likeness
of a galaxy of stars in your eyes
We are all talking much louder
Than your shoulders can translate
There are escaped sovereigns hiding from
Modern anthems of star spangled spasms
Underneath our hearts there are cars and cartridges
Condoms and consoles coiled around our flagpoles
We are through being told what not to do
So whenever we fool around with tiny tyrants
Please know that we are talking about you
And I am supplying your mind with ecstatic silence
In order to finance these fading fitness regimes
And measure your symbols in systematic struggles
We are all insignificant bundles of nerve fibers
Hoping to one day be born again
As an alchemical magus fluent in many languages
no more spoiled fruit
throw the apples down the chute
are you spinning in your dreams
are you lifting the fruit trees from the ground
are you a thousand pounds of flesh
are you this illumination to my left
breathing is both simple and complex
i seek wisdom in the warp and weft
less is a finite attempt at reconciliation
ship your products to another nation
then make plans to occupy the police station
i try to understand the status quo
stasis is inertia
the more i see
the less i know
the more i speak
the further i need to go
we never moved a thing
our souls have no special priority
situated upon this pile of bodies
burning along the ghats of the ganges
dream yourself a new destiny
if you are married you are already busy
being bought for a few pennies
or rubies
have we tortured ourselves enough
what else can we find fault with
simple distortions are our contortionist tendencies
alabama vacancy
sages melt honey
on their tongues and sing songs of wisdom
long hours lead to tired bodies
repetition is our duty
is it like a feather
is it now or never
our faces are neglected
our souls are introspective
gravity collected
space and time dissected
water is our mother
the earth is our shelter
a blessed sacred elder
lilikoi is my favorite fragrance
tastes like innocence
and you must respect her
amazing feelings to select
the headwaters call collect
protect our sacred mother
dance upon the other
call upon the winds
feel them on your skin
remove the falling stones
that cover up your bones
rest in love unknown
concentrate until it is shown
phone calls steal our happiness
accidents dent our marriages
darkness is our daughter
streaks of light and color
falling stars kept captive
we plant them in our yards
keepers of the spark
sisters of the sparrow
made of light and yarrow
feathers flicker softly
all our woven glory
givers of the heart
singers of the dark
if you wish to hear them
make yourself a part
of the symphony
lifetimes of abandonment
oh so quick to fill you in
on all the tragic stories
what if we ignored them
and stayed present in this moment
filling up our cups
simple days spent with simple eyes
kindness supplies our alibis
respect is valued
like a stream in our hearts
we are dipped clean
threads of beauty
borrowed from the scarecrow
next lifetime you’ll become
another source of hope
ports of pleasure in our seas
forever we are feeling these
hopeless ropes tying up our antidotes
confounded sounds mounds of hope
stereoscopes and isotopes
poets freely speak
seek islands of wisdom
on stormy seas of chatter
we go out fishing for feelings in the dawn
his music burns holes in her skin
her heart is a tirade of injustices
do punish these children for believing
give them ropes to end their lives
study the tides of men and women
how kindness and violence
must always intertwine
what a waste of hungry eyes
they shine like mindless flies
blind as the days of our lives
binding our hindquarters
straw and hay make headway
presents for the undeserved
serve me cold and quickly
his energy is amazing
shifts like the feathers of a bird
make space for agony
thanking god for its companionship
compassion is magic
its action, talent and enthusiasm
miasmas of space disintegrate in our face
grief is next so why wait
for the beauty queens to eliminate
happiness is a cure or a curse
start with the best and finish with the worst
blessed unrest has taken its toll
i am bold and hungry for money like candy
smooth and rigid i must drown my edges
and submerge suffering in tender kisses
fits of rage and fists of fury
humanity is denying its real duties
to return to beauty, love and truth
you speak of kindness
as if it was proof of all that's good
misunderstood people
bark orders at themselves
stand in judgement of their health
feelings dealt and hearts withheld
bells and whistles are expelled
stochastic rhythms from our cells
blessed music is in our legs
let me go and i’ll fly high
keep me chained and its likely i will die
don’t let the fact that its impossible
deter you from trying
in the end you may be surprised
by how quick you took to flying
you were born of love and beauty
born of September's duty
born in windy nights upon an old bed frame
our bodies knotted and tied together
like fragile fingers entangled in a sweater
sell me you nonsense and i’ll buy it at cost
for making a profit is an art that's never truly lost
you hunt like Mozart and fight like Beyonce´
kiss like a butterfly and punch like Muhammad
for all your love is evidence
that our dentists are really first cousins
convinced that they should get married
modest appointments turn themselves into mansions
resume our concussions as the cavities are filled
silly to turn away paying costumers today
pop culture is empty like hollow dumplings
it mainly stands up for Humpty Dumpties
it makes way for haste and often neglects taste
but still respects the commonplace
dancers who seek lavender and shelter
shirts cover our skin as we drift within
you give me a taste of that honey
as peaches lift my spirit give me cheer and joy
we keep getting nearer to the juiciest core
stone fruits are falling
coming down with such a noise
the magic of the clatter is in its tiny voice
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