1350
a picture of
heaven
notes for abuzz
bustle of god
cloud over mountain
nothing edible here
it is a kingdom of
statues afoot
what you’d call magic
pastel on marble
all this forever
dreaming and play
we hear your wishes
some one of us throws
the bolts
we start the fires to
put out later
you only look up, think
perfect
all right with the
world
we breathe in your wishes
nothing solid to tread
would be animals
cannot find sadness
we’ve tried to
understand what death is
it’s hard for us when
we don’t live
we’re only here if you
believe
only if you come to feed
there’s all of time for
us to do
believe you me
and we’ll be real
believing is the trick
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