sunday morning going straight into the week
into the heart of time
into the the juice of the universe
the blues turning indigo
the greens full of chlorophyll
the shades of grey raised
tragedy can be detected in the one liners of the stand-up hypocrites
and there's comedy in the mirrors in the morning
depending on last night's dreams
depending on how good you are at bending around corners.
friends gathered and running rings around catastrophes
no sense making a mountain out of a monstrosity
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