the sun becomes a
engine on the ship to find
joy up in the sky
like lightning i will
crawl across the sky to find
you floating on clouds
tugging at blankets
fighting the face of bad luck
you needed me then.
i can't be lost
if you have not taken me from
the mind i still have
we will count the clock
but we still will never know
the meaning of time
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