The Level We Reach After

Bijou 

All or nothing similar motion 

Bend 

Almost to the marker

Half way

Wonder Woman

The other side of a new door

Opening 

Let it 

Died on the vine that one

Big lights coming down on a face with no moon 

Goodbyes like the films with sudden ends

Indie drama 

Love supreme 

Believe in rituals again 

Suns blinding rays of goodness 

Powder nose go home 

Can’t sleep in the spirit world 

Red images coming quick 

They stole sunglasses 

Blind 

Small blue dragon floating around the head

Blue

Dip in the California 

Stay with the thespian 

Queers of an older era 

Queens 

Edge in the extra 

Keep to outside in your dalliances 

Reversing it all 

Vinyl Hands 

Switch back mountains 

Conquer you for you 

Others perish to the shadows of train ghosts and seasonal escapes 

Fly 

See thin lines set as boundaries and draw them larger than magical sidewalks 

Glittering 

Big white things fallings everywhere 

Pause 

Turn to them and begin to blow

Bubbles 

Many and often 

Street lights provide the shadow desires

Or 

Paths to your tent 

Your regret is another burning forest in the west 

Burn 

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