my tif got pixellated in the pipe
seventeen picoseconds of byronius flow
shining out the eyes of some dead guy
will she take the mouse and turn me on
a click to be back in the liquid crystal
a smooth gif that elicits a laugh
from a million neural net soul sparks
i am a true blue goner on a date with fate
holding hands in the river boat one mile up
if i get to talk to stars it would be good
clean in the nova chatty with the white dwarf
counsel to the sad red-purple giant who weeps
time has gone by for everything
not just for us
for everything
here it comes
i will sleep well entwined in solar arms
dreaming on the joy and sugar that will flow
when i strike the leaves.

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