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whats now over my head
He walked out of the big top, finally waving goodbye, "hello blue skies" he thought. disgruntled burning dreams sky rocket into pockets of savored things, he calls culls and breathes with the soft savage land, gleaming pieces on stiffer strings this marionette man dances slower, sifting sighs through lights that no longer blind but sparkle dazzled rays down as he gazes from atop his cliff edge, feeling the rush of jump as the edge just skims along far as he can see...tis many a wondrous views to be had...
Up here near, the clouds, the air, is thinner yes? So thoughts barrel roll, head misting mid-drift... yes...many a riff, but these cling encircled secrets breathe, somewhere behind him, he hears shouts of "come back", but he is alone walking in peace ever forward away from such tattered chaos, smoking wisps memory... such things...
Somewhere near, galleries opened their doors spilling out as he viewed dawns breaking and suns setting throwing acoustic electric sounds to this backdrop, paintings forever line the skies as the clown cries released relief, slowly wiping grease paint from his skin, adding colour to an already Beautiful horizon line...the big top moves from town to town, erected over so many heads...forever entertaining existence.
Up here near, the clouds, the air, is thinner yes? So thoughts barrel roll, head misting mid-drift... yes...many a riff, but these cling encircled secrets breathe, somewhere behind him, he hears shouts of "come back", but he is alone walking in peace ever forward away from such tattered chaos, smoking wisps memory... such things...
Somewhere near, galleries opened their doors spilling out as he viewed dawns breaking and suns setting throwing acoustic electric sounds to this backdrop, paintings forever line the skies as the clown cries released relief, slowly wiping grease paint from his skin, adding colour to an already Beautiful horizon line...the big top moves from town to town, erected over so many heads...forever entertaining existence.
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