upwards
as if huge fingers ran through them
ascending waves usually
in the afternoon
a waning Sun
ends a yawning day
it makes me think of moon towers
and mixes
and California
and she sent me a message after
two years
and still that beat
beat
beat of my heart
from zero
to all
'I need you
I don't need you
and all of that
jiving around'
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