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Clockwise
Tribal drums are thumping
as wind farms are turning
slowly clockwise in thick air
descent red and golden
of a days glare
my mind of olden
rememberance of when
it is not over
in underworlds we share
I can't take cover
this much I have to bare
forever my lover
we never should be dared .
All across the hills
I stretched my pain to you
each grasp it killed
until I touched life new
my tank refilled
and all blank lines
never drew
my windowsills
alive from plants you grew .
Hydroponic
you grow
then glow across it
rasped in phonic
first class
you stamp bionic
implications
no way
but you tune wavelengths
incantations
vibration to dimensions
affirmation
you're laughing gas
from angels
forever stationed
wherever lights your halo
and maybe someday
sun moon will rule
for always .
as wind farms are turning
slowly clockwise in thick air
descent red and golden
of a days glare
my mind of olden
rememberance of when
it is not over
in underworlds we share
I can't take cover
this much I have to bare
forever my lover
we never should be dared .
All across the hills
I stretched my pain to you
each grasp it killed
until I touched life new
my tank refilled
and all blank lines
never drew
my windowsills
alive from plants you grew .
Hydroponic
you grow
then glow across it
rasped in phonic
first class
you stamp bionic
implications
no way
but you tune wavelengths
incantations
vibration to dimensions
affirmation
you're laughing gas
from angels
forever stationed
wherever lights your halo
and maybe someday
sun moon will rule
for always .
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