And I was a Kodak moment

standing in the cold rainbow

singin’ in the rain, feet on the grass

youth was massive, color was brand new

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I drank tea, ‘cause it was in my blood

the black leaves in my greenhorn heart

my fingers relaxed, heart sat down

I fell in love with your starry hands.

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But I was a Kodak moment 

gold songs tracing on my soft feet

days are avalanches now

into your open wheat field palms

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I’m building a june armada 

of paper planes and paper clips

cross my blue ceiling fantasy

my joy, a true conquistador

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there is gold in the hills I dont find.

but treasure like heirlooms I bought

are polished silverfish, I decay

to see my gift is in my grasp

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hands meeting like swans to the lake

graceful, yet so damn fluttery

I wake with my fingers, landing

wet with down wings, resting. At home

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My hearts feels like a lost dutchman

hidden safe, here in these soft  hills.

give back, this armada of joy

where your hands and mine meet conjoint. 

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“I never want to act alone, my dear 

let me dig into the grey mines 

carve a whole in your chest and sleep

softly, like all the great owls do”