Would you, dear Earth, leave me to be, as I dwell ‘neath your blanket of sky
To taste, unattached by these gravities here, of our galaxy’s fervent hope cry
Relentlessly tethered, I helplessly feel that I cannot know her secret tales
Unless you calm-quietly, wait as I seek, reach, and grasp the next galactic gale!
Do you think back on which days were warm
It was eternally morning
No clock messing with you
11:11am, all the time
Arms overhead
Clear head
Carefree
What’s with all the ice, now, too early to the party
All the shutdowns
All roads some surprise mess
5:55pm, and always grey
Sunrise, where are you
Please rise
Sun
Take me and show me
the sun on your guitar neck.
Play. Play and don’t stop.
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