running through the jocular rain,
climbing a slow and creeping vine,
songs against my ears
eager and witty with hilarity
off-the-wall neon voice,
moving, making, massive
or in a place unknown.
space and time raging within
yawning, yearning, there for me
a present yearning of my soul,
a passing or a promise,
angles and lines are beautiful to me,
no dumbing, just funning,
escape--easy or true, i'm with you.
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