You
want these words when there's
no words
that I should say to turn
something into something else like
turning roses
into wine
or whatever
hey I have no
words to do any of this.
We live in place.
This is where we live.
Then you go I go.
I wake up in two hundred years.
Everything is made of dust. Everything we
said is rain two hundred years ago.
These are the only words only words.
I have been trying to scribble it everywhere if
you saw what I said.
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I believe i can see them
dust motes on the wind
The last paragraph stimulated a mental picture: http://technomonk.blogspot.com/2008/05/commonality.html
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