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To the fields so wild
I want action baby!
I want these cool azure structures,
shaking with a cardinal dither!
Another spirit in the rounds
one more square turned to halo’s.
To cool for this happening?
Then leave our space!
You’re too thin for the smoke anyway;
besides the hours we intend to keep
Would drive you barmy, and the flavors
were trading would surely curdle your palette.
Sister so wild, i love you!!
And brother so loud, i am jealous .
We’ll thunder clap these dives and leave our apologies in the tabs, run into souls of the same caliber and burn piff with them on the studios of rolling park knolls.
Wear colors and fabrics last seen
swaying the shoulders of sultan kings,
on fabrics and seems constructed
of our own bohemia .
So lets hold these avenues and ways
with melodies sung by our heel steps
and cachinnations.
For when twilight breaks,
we must return our concrete
folds and asphalt shoots to
the masses and theyre daylight agendas.
But we shall reclaim.
And howl. When our evening mother sirens us again .
