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  • In a particular porch stance
    he came to say 'hello'.
    fist gripping a rose bouquet.
    the alternative is turning fantasies into immediate realities
    one hand taking another and sealing the time to that one second.

    twitching eye, don't hate me.
    untie your festering disappointments
    angels are polished stones caught in favoring light
    everything is not as it seems

    this is your Captain speaking.
    the one whistling highly down the block.
    we never stay more than one day at the dock Sailor,
    you know that.
    stitch your lip and get aboard.

    the oceans rocking stays with inner horizons for days
    there are more white caps coming
    to and fro, wind piercing eardrums
    i'm a big left, but who's right?
    new banks for water to crest forth, excitement

    a low rate for a fast time.
    i'm still wrenching open the valve.
    the trickle becomes a stream.
    i want a flood.
    i want to float. there i go, floating.
    watching footsteps from the cloud rims.
    of all the memories, such goodness.
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