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III

On Q I'm awakened by the boom
sounds of thunder in my soul
lightning striking fire

I'm burning up
and the day is yet to wonder

the lark consumed
cats eyes, shined
walking fence posts after dark
twinkles amongst stars

it's three and I only feel one
an enigma

but that's not truth
and we only live on truth
stale bread and holy water
stolen from the catacombs
but we're not going to hell

we're already in paradise

I followed you til you stopped
and shook my rust

dancing a tango to Lima
humming a sultry Sierra tune
twirled about in Paris
making love
and more than that tower swoon

bare in a blink of an eye
awaiting
not letting trouble walk on by
be that one,
shoot across my sky