Martyr museum of my mind
sacrificed causes all the while
Did you lay your table in the green place?
Did you remember to wash the blue sky from your eyes?
We leak in present presence.
We drink to go back
We shoot to go forward.
Needles and bottles
are a girl's...
(and cliche' and trailing off is comical)
Never stop the ride
Ride the never stop
Stop the never ride
Never ride the stop
Greet green grey great mists
that bumper off our heads like cotton dreams
White and Green
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