Ah, the energy, the remedy.
the comedy.
and since it is funny,
let's laugh a little,
and since it's not funny,
let's simmer in the sunlight and
be seriously sober
and get over and over
and trimmer around the edges,
so there's no mistaking,
the comedy, and the energy,
to fill your lungs with the purest water,
to swallow the sunshine
and the furious water,
so that the clouds reflect the ocean,
and the ground waves...
wave after wave under softening feet,
a little like dying, or passionate sleep.
beautiful as the truth when dreaming.
pitiful, yet intriguing...


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