In that 46 minute nap
Traced my past over about
Eight thousand times
Thought of a hundred people
I hope are dreaming of me
In the three-quarters journey
Unearthed days worth of
Whining, dying, breathing
Filling my glass with
Its thick, slimy time
Where does it all run to?
Just look: So far down
To witness Romeo retreating
Over my garden wall
Petrified at the falling grains of sand
Yet here I lie spinning
Two bronzed legs craning
For familiar footholds
In a time warp of lewd desire
But around me Water
Traced my past over about
Eight thousand times
Thought of a hundred people
I hope are dreaming of me
In the three-quarters journey
Unearthed days worth of
Whining, dying, breathing
Filling my glass with
Its thick, slimy time
Where does it all run to?
Just look: So far down
To witness Romeo retreating
Over my garden wall
Petrified at the falling grains of sand
Yet here I lie spinning
Two bronzed legs craning
For familiar footholds
In a time warp of lewd desire
But around me Water
And Sky are still one.
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