Green riptide calmly flow
Sine wave breezes
and the hairs and clumps hung
from wooden lightning shimmer
Frequencies so short like lasers
beam in to the air waves and see
how deep is this blue?
Pleasantly empty you trudge
For the days are one and the new
next now not near approaches and
with his face distant he inches
through a portal of the desert he walk
Finally with mind vacuous yet oozing
a melted sand through your hands
Orange and yellow blinds you so
eyes shut to see everything more
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