sometime we spend here
then we go home
years or months for some it's only days
the illusion of a life breaks free from it's moorings and
floats out to sea would be
another metaphor for this land where we
lay metaphor and pun and love and relax you know
what comes later we only dream about in a hammock
with a mockingbird in our ear a cat in the bush and blue
sky way up there
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