Finding destination Surging through our breast Hurtling with watchfulness Past lights of blur Fleeting signs manifest In the rushing blackness Feeble progression
Stop now for a drink Sleeping off the dreams Boundless desires Loom like candy cotton Ready for a fix Stations of refuge Fill us with elixir
The gods know satiation And angels dance on pins Dandelions blow parachutes Into our field of view Showing ghostly attributes Until weeds crowd out our breath And the final sip is due
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