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Lost words of wisdom exist somewhere,
where the flow of the moon
meets the slow of the day.

I want to walk free
into the golden hue
of the afternoon circus.

I want to embrace
the fullness of peace
in the glowing sun.

Lost thoughts of happy meet somewhere,
where the smiling stars
meets the yes of life.

But

A spiderweb has been erected
over the blinking stoplight
of passion.

And so I

walk out onto the air
gradually floating
into the
cold wall of real.