Relying On the Next Reader's Translation
off the top of my head
i begin to notice some
things
and some previous
times
and some abandoned
places
the odd mixture of dirt and snow
and how it appeals to the naked eye
and then
naked skin frightened by warm autumn nights
and then
autumn nights that can no longer stretch out
into my long suffering
winters
previous times where i could lay perpendicular to the sun
and it rises
tranquil
watching these diamonds and pearls glisten
abandonment glistened
hearing these treasures listen
and the universe listened,
while i stay here
ranting
on and on and on and on..
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