though i see the sky
for its lightning descent
and all it meant
stars
all
in
line
like mine,
though i asked for nothing
and received more
got giddy off not-sure
words
in
all
ways
my gaze,
arms outstretched
i let it slide off my fingertips
in drips
dissolve into an air of don't-care
that is not there
a cloud of dust
if you must
this is so damn sick! trust?
i wander, lust
and when i stop
my grip becomes deathly
and
no
need
can
breathe
deeply
to grow
who actually knows?
me
or
the magic eight ball
and
are they one and the same
anyway
game is on
who's even here
or gone
who belongs
who sings this song
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