bluffing the listener
i am kissing the glistening forehead
the confusion is illusion
the recipe has been there all along
it is too hot to bake
the cake is too done to make
i will take the icing along
the song will bring back memories
the future will bring the past
slowly by a thread led into the confines
the narrow space embracing
we are racing into tomorrow
i have left the window open
the space on the hill the mesa the mountain
the view is clear
the you i steer toward does not exist
resisting definition
collisions with reality inspiring doubt
i will burn the sun instead
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