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memories
vast x-pan(d)s
BLue
Symbullic Prower
each let-ter numb
my hands
my oh my
the seimene

cognizance 
WHHO?

its all backwards
the wizard? states plainly

you should grow your hair long and sail the sea once more
with a handshake and a heavy chest being loaded onto the mast
-ded water and hookiss a clever bird? with a necklace of key-E-S
riddles lined singly and the mast opened before each - day
the stars the star the tars the rats the arts the arr's the Rs 
Reality is the max the mouse states
dA backwards ah for day

your real
smart his hand echoed toward the 
glowing mass
(feet gently and endlessly filling the deck dead and determined
rising from the depths
THE WAVES
how was this world made?
its in the chest the monkey gestured to a strange angel who already
looked outacross knowing from the crows nest

money! screeched the ferret gathering a walnut from the top of the boat
....
the clouds began to part and a gleaming multicolored throwing sourced
the path of the ship and its wake

it is for a little bit of money the pirate grinned

I don't have any
you mutter/DeclARE/mumble with a tear forming
ROPE thrown over the edge into the salty brine

I didn't have any money when I first started either
the ferret chimes in just keep an eye out for some
and give over the right amount

how? I forgot to ask
and wherer are we going
the crow flying up and around gracefully
the lion motioned toward his hand
and the wolf raised its tail

well will we lewdly dwell wed them?
exploding at the end?

the pirate gripped the rail and held my intelligience in an opened jawless skull
(upside down) while the parrot gazed across the arc of the same crow
and from Orion it filled my pore swaiting hairs and I sat down
a youngster - you do know of Orion right?
he was old and slow with white hair and boney hands and an offwhite robe
and a staff that impossibly moved the chest toward my Indian style stance

India
I responded 

or was it resounded? I asked
the ladder he showed me

a way to get out
a way to come back in

and the dead play with chits and shells and stones and rotting scales
and eyes and nails bones(chits) and salt sugar and ALCOHOL (we said together)

it helps us sleep(the mystic below rose with similar angled steps

to start over? we ask

if you want to the wolf lowered toward the infants gathered above in the jeweled heavenly throne - I couldn't see below me he admitted with a quick shrug

where were we?
right the tiger speaks
we were speaking of hands
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