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SPACE IS ONE PLACE
space is one place
the zone where my bones
don't need no skin
or muscles or a face.
purposefully cryptic,
but i can replicate this if you doubt.
ocean out here
evaporates in full regalia.
i'm jet-propelled by a trance
a miasma always in e minor.
soon enough, i will switch to my moon accent
then glide with rockets off.
some might call that falling.
nothing to land on.
yeshua pumps my breath
so what's the diff?
i'm jet-propelled by a trance
a miasma always in e minor.
soon enough i will switch to my moon accent
then glide with rockets off.
that my lungs even function here is the miracle
because it's space.
that my guitar isn't crushed here
is a miracle because it's space.
this space is almost impossible
like an imaginary number.
square root of negative one made plain.
i say space is one place.
jet-propelled by a trance:
a miasma always in e minor.
soon enough i will switch to my moon accent
then glide with rockets off
then glide with rockets off
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