out on the tundra
silver works soluble sunlight
in fixate, on the molecular lift
terrible floating fever dream...are you?
sensate, the room toppling
the image, merges on airborn
scrolls, hooked by tanks
I parry the passersby
there's always small talk
lunch on good intentions
bending with sleepy eye
by nods
and simple gestures
maybe, for once
just this (easy)
if you will
with a supple smile
fix my hair
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