A little after 8 o clock
A sincere voice that you acquired like an immune system
Someone else spoke to you very young
When a thousand different distractions
Each a different puzzle piece of a visual field
Each with their own intensity
Satisfactory yes until you realize
There was an opportunity for peace
Before land animals
Before self
Im being melodramatic
From atlantic highlands
About a hundred mg of typtamines mostly behind me
People in suits getting off the ferry
The turn of water
Annoying sound
Can sound really take you somewhere
Can an idea
Of course
Sounds stupid musak
It is lush
Dotted with industry and kept back in such a way
The people here still need to
Still get to
No
Watching a bird and grasses and water
Superimposing
Life
Jessica
And its like that to the south
Warehouses (an army base)
Give way to
After miles
Scrub land
If the fertile crescent had real estate values
That weren’t enforced by pharaohs
Slave cults
Allow me some retreat
Intensity
To each its own light
It trapped in it
To be noticed. Certainly?
Let us hope