can we paint the place sparkles?
light for the universal reverend-
the gravity of giants fell against the loudness, blues,
in strings as the sound of flight, scales of ice
and the jazz chants toward the spirits of the
season. every thing on us is magic apparel, peach rain,
creating juice, a tea with one body. but not
one mind- what differs and makes us melon
choly- in the way of situations we're presented.
signals are searching for holes in our sky-
our great grand scape, a right of passage
for all that the lunar locked here. we are all effect-
can we paint the place sparkles now?
what dance do we do when it's done?
natural.
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