| we're just trying to be free
of our bodies
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| a substantial territorial drive through the likes of Phila Del Phia
Your fingers grew like vines on my lap and many situated triangles rang back
in the stentorian tumult
Ashes, great ashes, great ghost
the best thing for us or me would to be to drive, lost forever
surely, I could want nothing more than to let my body sink
indistinguishably
as long as you were there too, and also
Rosemary and Wissahocken and rights and lefts
and whispy voices
I enjoy you in the utmost way, Ali Baba, in the most brilliant of ways
an everlasting search that seemed so empty and meaningless
before today
"One day" we say.
And I can quite say that some days it seems further then far
when we'll climb in those fountains we besotted upon
And with wet faces, and arms, and legs, we'll smile and say
"here's to one day" our first day, for the rest of our days |
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