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nowhere to be or be. nothing to see. buzz like a fly , there in the sky. god must pretend to care. air thats breathed, push to a thing. wing fly , sky mind. bees in my head, stinging. singing for song, drink strong wine. the vine presses, grapes of Chardonay tasted. earthen sky, dusty. more drink, before you blink to destruction, brain cells. a construction of mime, pantomime. world stage, digital now. same as old, no new actor. sun is getting old. flying, buzz. swatted by reality, grim tide. ocean breeze , never you freeze. free on an ocean roll, to a island. creation is blind, developing sublime. no more time. its grime. seagulls fly , my next time on earth. over sea tides roll. birds in the sky, so blue and gray. dark comes the night, where is my sight. sun shines, air is breathed. new day in creation.

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