
And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
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…actually, why not?

And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
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there it is now
the new season
where loves are lost and made
spring, yea, verily
spring is in the air
almost
buds blossoming
bright and wide
cracking frosted shells to life
aye, me
no sad hours
long are the days of the sun
rising, setting
making time run
while at great rivers we cry
and smile cheeky smiles
growing vegetable loves
on the soggy banks of our quotidian
measured out in coffee cups
and yet
fear not
ye wise fools rushing
in and out of all things lovely
happy are the times
and long are the hours
of this long-lasting
earthbound
fire
.
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the inter, the course of the once-born
a past present known
where sweet sweet softness
breaks the heart with gentleness
and leaves the world unbroken
…
soft sinus beat
deep in the sanguine soul
an iridescent touch, haunting
sun-struck nights, empty, cold
borne together, both
young hearts, old minds
tormented to living pearls
…
a self in another
fleeing to a lonely sound, lovely
a sigh, a cry, forever
another word for us, under
lightning held in thunder
overflowing in words, four letters
a world
.
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it’s not even waiting
that was never
this
it’s knowing
you’re out there
doing that
and that
and that one thing
you’re really good at
and simply not getting bothered
coz there’s that one thing
that drop in tone
that sudden hold
insistant
that soft
what the fuck
you really want…
oh my fucking God
when things are said
and done
that you wanted
oh yeah
but kind o’ sort o’
never expected
that curve there
turn left, then right
dip and flow
until it’s some serious music
that we’re making
here on this – what?
uh-huh, yeah
I just went there
…
so yeah
you’re out there
doing things that
make me
go ahead
and do that again
right there and there
and there
coz I don’t care
and do care
in a crazy curious way
about what you do
with who and when and where
coz this ain’t love
this is something else
hotter, deeper
yes right there
so good
it’s fucking
…
awesome
coz you want some
a bit too much
a bit too now
a bit too hard
on that part
no one wants to
give up
so yeah
it’s not waiting
it’s knowing
there’s another Q lined up
to that AÂ you just don’t wanna
coz you make me wanna
yeah, I just went there
.
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