a collection of
memories. All except
one.
One
track was completely
re-recorded.
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Symphonies play in my head.
Violins and tamborines like
waves break on, through the
night air.
Agog!
The kings of
olden times. Trying to
seal the patchwork. Man
always tries to fix what
is not faulted.
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Aviator sunglasses
simmered on the field.
Scarves and leather
jackets piled along
with body panels in
the cacophony of
Paris, Missouri.
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Dark grainy sand
the horizon wanders
restless sunset
gazes upon the sea
the sound of
blue waves
nothing else
at the same time
toxic but beautiful.
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