you think youre hiding
but i can see you filling your mouth
with the rubbish of our generation.
reds and yellows and beetle shells
and i love you behind the flowing shirt
and your soft eyes
and the frothy drinks that coat your thoughts
i love you and i see you in everything
mystic magic master
rider of song with me in this truth
let us eat together and watch the sliding of abundance
into our gullets to recreate the light that we are
i wake up and think only this
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