so the stream goes on and i am tipping my toes in
the sinking swim feeling reels us in and we're caught
fishlike flashing as a wriggle and the giggle goes through
bodywild and mashed as a crashtest alarmist: weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
these are all the things to say but there's no time to weigh it out
wait until the music changes and i'll catch my breath
when will all the chords run out?
when will i take too much time?
wait until the scene goes blank and i am holding empty pages
here again another stage is filled with these same players
tweedle dee and on again
measured as a penny wild - cashed out for the candy fare
joyful as the notes unwinding through the trees and tiger tails
top the tents and trail mix towers - left for some late passer-through -
so lucky as we lunch on maybe, notes of cranberry evenkeeled
darker chords - eleven o'clock -
too early for the day to crack in pieces of a sticky brittle
toothtired as the crayfish fumble for the rocks that house their homes
clawful saving hope in sieves - buckets of apples from last year's sack
waiting for winter to come again evenly
crumbling salt as the laces attack
splash away handmedown brokenfoot turnaside:
this is the anything else i will not
wake for the wanting and live for to be
give all the having and keep only need
grow for the dreaming and shine for we can
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