let's rearrange the ceiling
until all we can see are stars.

i want to freefall on the couch
and drift along a serpentine river.

the dishes are done,
our bellies full.
lets conquer reality
and spit in its face
when it tells tales
that it exists.

only if given thought
will it take form.

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08/29/2002

Posted on 08/29/2002
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