Under Wednesday's umbrella
we shape our eternal dress
I tried to avoid saying that.
Glowing in jars of youth.
Breathing out layer-cakes.
We've grown silent
Glowing in jars of youth.
Breathing out layer-cakes.
We've grown silent
in these last careful months.
The marshland of notebooks
many remaining instruments
and the hint of citrus twist
and the hint of citrus twist
words into a particular curved roof.
This one here and that one there.
Is much of what it all comes down to
until we step away and see
How the wording created
A thought no one not even you
Knew you could think.
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