you were space
you were operatic
i was listening
but could not hear
like a potted plant i
needed time to take on
water. once i drank
i was full
i need to paint my nails
a soft shell blue
to remember me
with you
you are angry
i am yelling
you are pacing
i am telling myself
not to cry
i believe i'm gonna
sound the pitch of railroad tie
a'buried in the ground
locked in there. to stabilize
a nation. split in two
i am crying the earth away
so i can see you
again. next to me
saying your sorries
they mean nothing
they mean nothing
i am space
washing saucers
operatic
you are history
you are gone
i am thinking of you
i am typing
you are reading
i am writing we are
dreaming we are
one
summer's gone
and come
you are dreaming
i am typing we are
reading in the
sun
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