Eighty percent full and twenty percent listless on the sand…
Do you want to dance with me and away from these jellyfish?
We can turn them over and spin them around…
Press upon their glistening pores of see water and alien essence.
We’ve been doing this same thing for so long.
That soft pink place in the darkness; it makes it difficult to exit the surf.
So...we sing lower-range harmonies for the days when we were settling in.
Out of nowhere there was a flash in the corner of our eyes,
But it was not a bolt of lightning.
That instant bling was merely a snapshot of the inevitable time passing.
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