Black glassine molds untold straying far yellow beam super ship reality folds
so weird you can’t find your sol

a bowl
swirling calls fall in clear sheets so fine look close green waving lines
disappear no fear kings wielding swords approach strange far & near
hear something a gear oh dear what can be this oscillating creature one dripping I

come here
no, don’t it is dark a lonely singing lark though stars in the park

See you on sides of walk
soar close to the ground outsides forces bounce you down
up again through whens

I can
I need not

Point my finger there
see here

Is a dot


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