Hazy Acres

Take the note off the place you left it

It got wet from the water sitting 

Now bleeding into a thousand letters

No meaning 

For a time is a time in the let go 

Through the path 

Another forest 

Another one it will find 

This season is a fire 

You watched it burn too long 

Now the feeling is lost 

Gone like a diamond absorbed 

By the rough 

And tumble 

Sitting in the day dream 

No hands

Reaching out

In the negative filler 

Impossible to explain 

Making magic in thin air 

Making balloons 

Just another one in a room of 

Other ones 

Spoke too soon

Said too much 

To the bartender always listening 

Full cup 

Poor energy

Nothing but the horse 

You ride in and out on 

Dead flowers at dinner 

Tucked in long enough to leave 

Surprising 

Came through for a moment 

You wanted it 

To live the fantasy 

Seconds 

Truth waiting in the car for the next appointment 

Dazzling 

But disappearing 

As they do 

Always 

Never too much 

Just enough to have a moment 

Samples in the garden 

Person with a stick 

Hitting the history with spikes 

Then it hits you 

As the spoon becomes a knife 

Being the cake 

Cutting the cake

Eating the cake 

Avoidant in the atmosphere 

Collectors 

Thin ideas 

Zero heart beyond an organ 

Dead melody 

Spoken word

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