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Sitting here listening to creed thinking of all I need, or need not, but only in thought the thought lingers a short distance before popping as the bubbles in the air around me do. Squinting at the sound, not knowing where to mark ground, where to camp and stay for a while. Breed the human race, disgraced, cannot now, mind is elsewhere. Where else? Far away, circling, coming back down to the paradise I paint, rather paint not, do I. Colors gone far, I have only a couple dull colored crayons, where is the box? Blending I do to form a new, please let it soak in, form me some different hues. Choose for the best, regret the rest. Life has only made it a short while, still breaking through the crest. Waves puncture and beat the heat of the sands. Burning feet running from the cleansing pains, suffocating all others. Swimming around, going downtown, souls washed up on shore. Save me, from myself, save me, where is the buoy? The ringing bell, dried lips filled with salt, scratched face, eyes open to replace it all. Scanning from above, watched from below, backfloating away, deeper and deeper to the shallows of my being. Awoken in a puddle where all plans were mixed to make mud of past lover relations with him, and with her. Meshed with the index branch that now lives far above. Rooted in the deepness of the tiny creature that landed and spat on the floor. Let’s do it again, I’m always in the mood for more.