Yer Morningness

we were in a secret band called 'circadia' kind of like the tantric fantasia music's b generation oh how i monitored that crush crossed my sine waves with whiplash kisses the next morning you got up early walked yr dog & sipped the hair of one showered &/or dressed then slipped back into our bed of rushes searchlights nude cameo appearances you may never know i was sleepwalking even though we found traces of glass in my feet asphalt from your faraway suburb's avenues i fell into a daytime answer to a question that was yes that was yes just in case you guessed the subtext in this imaginary mess the streetlights rhyme the drizzle happens & rainbows yer morningness never suspected

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