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Crosswinds advance towards my feet

Teetering the edge of splintered reminders

Smoke and bottle in each of my hands

Engulfing tuesday azure

blue in which we turn

Over and over and over and over

Held to a pirouette ground

In reason I want to stay

Ill say once again I can’t forget this night

End as a memory of forgotten sight

Lapse of drawn blaze finding my eyes

Another time only remembering the sky

Don’t feel the need to understand the moment that I’m shown

A need to remember the thought what I told what i know

Belief lies in experience in the fact that it occurred

Not in clear vision but at least once was observed

Don’t feel the need to understand the moment that I’m shown

A need to remember the thought what I told what i know

Belief lies in experience in the fact that it occurred

Not in clear vision but at least once was observed

Don’t feel the need to understand the moment that I’m shown

A need to remember the thought what I told what i know

Belief lies in experience in the fact that it occurred

Not in clear vision but at least once was observed

Don’t feel the need to understand the moment that I’m shown

A need to remember the thought what I told what i know

Belief lies in experience in the fact that it occurred

Not in clear vision but at least once was observed

Desolate

Waves

Desolate

Waves