Sunday, November 21, 2010

hazy days
where everything feels slow but you drive fast
arrival, where? here.
we have no need for watches
we have no need for time traveling equipment
so unload the van
gather those strings, that fabric your friend gave us in the last city, the instruments, the paper planes.
get in, we are going to calmly fly, into dreams
into the palm of your neighbours hand.

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