There’s something about
being drenched in the stars
it’s like coming home
to thousands of lights
that don’t flicker
don’t wander
to a spinning record
that sings:
broad ripple is burning
such a sound that can’t compare
how mellow
how slow
how it binds to the soul
for me it’s simple,
to find a way
to shut my eyes
and see my world
as it should be
to find my mellow
that stirs my heart
and calms my soul

The End

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