Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Tuesday, July 30, 2002

Fishing
(Still.)

A bubble burst and my fish looked up through the cool, and she sang in perfect circles, sang where the sand was smooth.

Sleep and I'll sing through our dreams, sleep and we'll be here together when we wake from our soft cool dream, sleep, love, sleep and sleep and sleep.

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