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Oh What many homes passed through & by. Tangent landings, soft listenings to be as trains, hard resting of hearts, mine, supposed to be so lightly so. A prayer, it seems to let one rest in me.

This can...this silly little aluminum thing, is half full, I think, and if it isn't, I'll make it so soon. Because things are wild here, in this place with this Schrodinger's can, the cat's hairs have tongues on them. How sweet a caress must be. Still, sugar doesn't do quite what it used to. Sitting here, like an idle speed highway. Like maybe, if I push this button the world might fall apart. But to howl at the moon like you do. What is it to howl, to cry, like that? Lamentation, or elation, reverence or longing for sweetness.

Hands are tools of tact, from fingertip to bone, and back again. So serious, to brush against another, and bear the weight of a gesture. How does the palm tree weather? Certainly, the roots do reflect. How silly, to impress upon the world, with the sentiment of a lifetime.