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New Madness: Later Gator
New Madness: Later Gator
The rush
of the now
as the sirens
break waves,
the rocks
up ahead
are as clear
as the haze,
what could be
better than
those
new madness days?
...like a gear engaging,
nos home base.
....a race that is racing
for merely the trace.
I wonder,
if we nudge it,
new madness,
like the bends,
a temporary
blindness,
caused
by dark ends,
the mixing
of pheromones,
all shared when
inclined?
A moment at
the cosmic chat,
"Dine in?
Or have dined?"
Hi, I'm....
I don't care.
Maybe
later.
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