glossed as the book or the picture
it’s you i see
i went my ways to fall over
and here you see
i can’t think of anything at all
it does feel like i am lost at sea while
dim waves of blue course my body
from my belly to my heart and crash it through
here i stand there are no tree
of course there’s nothing i can see
i’m lost for all down the turtle hole
down the turtle hole
and it’s you i see
i can tell that you are me
you fall under so many visages
that are all dusting out
mirror’s seeping out
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