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Amphibious Joyful

I'm like the edge that we fall off I guess I'll shed this skin heading for summer light uniform luminescence aiming for the sky we take flight electric yachts untying knots you slip off the socks flip a golden lock I gaze into the distance little pixels in high resolution warm waves lapping a seagull diving entrancing I think of our first kiss the awkwardness then a bit of passion we let egos evaporate I snap out of it we have a location exists in our imagination somewhere in this great sea a mystery like a strange expression suddenly understood to be delusion truncated hidden knowledge expressed carefree lighthearted innocence we learn and our models change keen steel sharpened and flanged at a point in time the dwarves delved too deep our child inside drowns the man at the helm individuality overwhelmed not cowed or arrogant he is banished to his room long live the crowd! #poetry #art #life #writing #love

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