August 1 2004 One-thousand two-hundred
seventy-six
metropolitan longing and carnival shimmer arc hill
and ravine, night parks
counting for a blue moon
midsummer weekend and costume
music and one
stepping one full moon after one full moon
listening, careful
wanting to kiss you and wanting to roll
deep quakes below the underground creek
forgetting and forgetting
old and new need, our fingers pulling stain from each other
our fingers pulling
intellect from insanity from heart
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