the floating worlds steamrolling endlessly through
the crashing forces
pick me ups
of quotidian life
buzzing alarms and birds speaking in foreign tongues
breakfast on the table,
get the kids to school
faith is a poor bargain in times of desperation and conceit fuels forward
trickling down the sides of walls
stomping footfalls buzzing eardrums echoes off the tree bark
radiowaves transmitting at a constant rate undulating
breeching the surface beaching hatching forgetting
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