it feels as though

There are too many, too many moments i’m forgetting

mumbling poems walking in lush

gravel path outside inside

home

There have been a few times now. Each time we wander on the shore. We forget to mark this. Looking up there is a halfmoon without a name we whisper, planet. We are on another planet and everything is fine. In love bunker. The sand only covers us a thin layer shawl. Or is Wind so wild, stirs up and recovers truths. Buried so deep. There is a grasping for, a reaching out to nothing. We are planet. Planet Plan Net Plan

Net

Planet

plan

planet

plan plan plan plan

net

plan net net net net netplan netplan netplan netplanetplanet 

plane

plane

lane

lane

la la la la la

ah ah ah 
  

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