white sky
the days of floating
on ethereal sounds begin
1st day of summer
I dream of endless (and clean) city scapes
music for airports
a scratching needle
breaks the illusion
a US made thesaurus
misinterprets
my intententenions
the still air
penetrated by swallows
amidst the dreaming
a physical need makes me
return to clay
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