The moon light quantified except for the magnetic magic in the knees
a something not quite right night
Causing urges that are a concern of lawmakers and lawn care contractors alike
Causing from somewhere under the skin a blood sugar rush and a growl like the first time coming down out of the trees
taking flight
early twenties thinking life is
a hollywood hitchhike
Awakening giants carrying around hammers, the stars in their eyes not quite ripe,
carousing
in the aftermath
landing softly into the dawn
Where every move is a miracle on the road less on the level
unwrapped wrath
Where every sensation awakens from a sleep floating at dusk like the swoon of a swan
Alarm clocks going off like bombs
Up there with the satillites
Rattling the chains of scientific method
Which can be forgotten in the rays of non stop bouncing sunbeams
Casting to the wind , the IDs
Far away and close at hand molecules mixed up with miracles
given the moot treatment by the terrribles
With a cushion for comfort there's nothing comparable
almost bearable
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