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how your psyche
jumps-
when the air-
plane lifts
off the flat
earth-
ignoring
gravity.
science- take
me with a grain
of salt;
who says these
words- lasso
the thought,
brand it real
good.
i'm all ears
today. thousands-
transform my
eyes-
taste- the
tides. tears-
the gaudy
sun can no
longer tame-
cause i'm all
ears. never
full- Freud,
where are you
now?
need you, need
that purple
bottle
back.