If I could
I'd reposition
This collection of atoms
And make sure they'd
Distant shorelines
Pulsating rivers
The quiet motions
Of night-time swimmers
If
It was a saint's day
When I took you
To that quiet
Come into a clearing
The eyes reflect
Everything that we've been seeing
Everythi
Pyramids of the south-west
Destroyed by wind
Destroyed by heat
They promised su
I can't see through astral streams
My vision's lost in laser
Light curves around your chest
And carves out new roads
That twist
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