Smile and flow, touch our cells
streams of time bound in form, we
the seeds of suns burn in our eyes
cast in the relief of these moments
children of chance, the best of nonsense
laughing it all away
we run on and down scarlet streamers
universes dying to become real
our cells are our templates, timeless
behind these moments, our loves, our deaths
I love our smiles which never cease
and as our passion bears us again
the ground waits beneath us forever
gallagher
01-09-78 - about helen k.
long beach
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