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Doing so good.
But now…
can’t sleep…
and listening to
all of these songs
again.
Music rewrites reality.
Like Paul said on the starship,
There’s a melting acid fever streakin’ through my mind.
Straight to 88.
Right to plaid.
The phone booth is gummed & ringing.
Circuits are primed and chevrons locked.
Friends all want to hear ‘I’m doin’ fine’. And so do i.
And we are.
You are.
Because it simply must be.
What the hell else is there but to be just fine?
Magnets to the soul are unshieldable,
only magnificate,
magnificate,
magnification.
Must grow taller, learn to survive.
There is no corner lonely enough, no ocean vast enough, to escape who we really are.
It’s a simple choice to walk against the wind and hold out hope that the loved get only the best. Work for everyone we love.
The advice to starve a feeling seems reasonable enough. But how do you fold a flood and put it in a drawer?
Does it not spill out upon the cedar floor? No, you cannot put out a fire which can start and burn itself.
First, irridescent.
Then, transparent.
Finally,
Just absent.
God bless the patient ones, and forgive all the rest.
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