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Colin doing “Sunday Morning Coming Down.”
Here we go. Drew and I worked this one out, in between sits on the porch.
Synthesized Somewhere
Rounded hilltopped pillows of Earth
Cover the dermis of world.
Prisms hang from scarecrow arms of pines
And spill a new technicolored topography
Over the blankets of moss.
Above a golden troposphere
Waves in specks and flecks twirl with ease.
A sunset of begonias coat this realm
And we are lost among ourselves.




