silver..
gold tonic
cosmic, seismic shake...
earth looks strange from this distance...
eye witness angels breakin into cars to steal radios...
and robots made of flesh...
clock maintenance man in this grandfather
art folded fingers to make paper shapes
disappearing acts...
transforming thoughts tangible
edible clouds and a moon that regrets nothing...
bullies the tides daily...
gives free rides to sailors
toll paid,
my stove days are over
no
range to slave over...
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