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Ousted like a laymen by a group of flying squirrels.

Guffaw! It is to laugh.

So I fly naught.

Whether it's my reflection in the water,

or a stranger on the shores.

The tide can bring the eye,

an efflourescent inspiration.

Laguidly sprouting,

A million diamond pieces of broken sun.

Each piece of light, a moment.

Like a bashful moons wave.

Cast onto the high tide upon the shore.

My comedy, my tradgedy.

My shadows, my light.

My eyes grow weary,

When the day kisses night.