Sinking into my pores,
Rainfall is the metaphor
Let the drop on the eye swim to the navel and then the thigh
Sweat is the name,
Movement, melancholia’s, the same
Comfort rides the back of the lion,
Simplicity follows behind the mountainous Zion
Enrapture this way, moment, call,
And capture alone, the drop, it’s fall
Taste the sweet salt, relieve
Stray from this Babylon, believe
This can happen anywhere
Right now- Right?
Light a dare bare
Light a dare bare
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><)))*>...fishin food for thought...
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