2018.03.04.
Poppy
There's a swan in a toadin a beetle that flies to me
I can see you
tall and fearless
There's a dancer
who dances in the bottom of a bottomless pit
I can see you,
move your hands
to the present
Every morning they talk to me about you
every lake of absence that my eye detects
This january sky
brought a cloud shaped poppy
I'll push it
very slowly
Days make their way
Hours make their way and all remains here
like waiting to be
water of a thirst,
hand of a walk
Every morning they talk to me about you
every lake of absence that my eye detects
And all that fauna that goes knows me
every lake of absence that my eye detects
I won't forget you
I won't forget you
I won't forget you
No, oh
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