Lines crossed and crissed-
hissed past like the hoop of the hoola-
Maui-her-
print. ink.. deep in my blood.. veins..
needles and needs.. years.
fears_less with the blossoms up high.
i can fly.
high high..
not in the Land of Nod-
tossing upon the 7th ground.
yesterwinks.
i got songs and they're not for you.
bop at the stop and go of us-bus..
i tap to the lack of drops
today-golden.
yellow..
but not really,
all is clear.
the link of who we all are-
what we desire.
speaking for myself-
penetration.
a blunt spear.
rays.
raising.
my chin.
... shall i not let the horizon of helpful blue be my influence..
should i not question ..
enjoy without doubt..
like a porous hell,
shell.
the beauty seeps in with all of the rest. there is no filter.
so much green.
so much green..
yet, i clench and the brick between my temples grows..
like a wet sponge...
as her elbow invades my moment of glee..
please, set me...
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