And we were kids cereal with frosting was just
I based the season on how the air looked what
color the clouds were
Tornado green was electric on the arms haze skin
had sweat glow
Dirt was amazing
Planting twigs imagined woods popping
There was this sort of even keel to minutes a short day
would fill out with a long some sort of balancing act
So meta when the scene shifts and it's a blank stage
a twentysomething man protracting his childhood
trying to gain something from t
From the color of air even!
Balance for real a sold
out feeling in the pit of stomach
Hollow feelings of reaching some kind of nothingness
Dwende man dwende...
The idea that you feel your dying the second you are born.
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