Don’t leave me here in this place
Between the valley and the sea
Conception of matter and idea
–
Wrap your fingers around a fresh bloom and grind it into paste
A foul tasting lemonade, sold for a nickel
And when I tell you to elixir of life is inside
I see that your eyes have already wandered
–
Don’t leave me here in this time
On the jagged point of an extreme
The edge of become and failing to
Exist
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