I Mean Imagine the Possibilities
I’ve come back from a lowering cloud.
I heard nothing near to the sound of your voice,
Though the scent of your hair was in the air.
Do you recognize me when I can’t find myself?
Are you the Irresistible Stone?
The beach of beaches
Stolen from God’s Perfect Sandbox?
I may drift off again, you know.
But if you hold my feet next time, well,
Who knows what might happen.
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