i also thought about the way the trees ringed the sky with stars floating about in the glassy middle
reflecting bright cities, big lights, and the steady stream of flashes that surround us
while the waft of sweet drifted through the music to connect senses draw closer
there are no words to sing, no chords to bring closer the meaning that we hear
steering forward through a parked lot of possibility, driving on into night
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