i'll get lost soon enough.
in the rafters, playing amongst the
webs woven when we were
young.
im not sure how the story ends
i just want the horizon's past.
those fiery vanilla lines across the sky
made love with my heart.
and teased my head.
i paddled towards them
and they spat in my eyes and summoned
great winds-Zephyr
-tossed me from trial
to tribulation
to the present
then i got seasick
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