like pebbles on sand,
secluded outcasts rumbling
off river highways
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like pebbles on sand,
secluded outcasts rumbling
off river highways
off river highways
shells sleep among the driftwood
wind whispers echos
wind whispers echos
into the deaf background noise
of the wild city
of the wild city
black eyes, cauliflower ears
oh Saturday nights
oh Saturday nights
bled dry, drifting Sunday fog
the past is erased
the past is erased
life is arrested in mid-stride
glib experience
glib exerience,
an armor-enveloped ant
while deer softly mourn
while deer sotly mourn
the stag that has passed over
the brinks of despair
the brinks of despair
such a slow downward spiral
and so we float on
and so we float on
petals and lwater lilies
down a glass surface
down a glass surface
the rivers we form are vast
cutting through the plains
cutting through the plaiins
the wind bares blonde striata
of golden wheat shafts
of golden wheat shafts
we lay and contemplate eyes
mine right next to yours
mine right next to yours
clay vessel and golden urn
touching difference
touching difference
separates males from females
so said Sigmund Freud