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Your Astral Place |
Faces in the corner
Face your Ghost worm
Shake it off in blasts of glass
Place the orange tube in after it
Four days of structure hovering
like layers of loud play yards
Then you hear a shout,
"Hey, your astral place!"
Ride on ride
out of my ocean mind
My ocean mind of city earth
Gravel to the sheen of miracles
All days have reappeared today
This minute is the neighborhood
Flying through this stopped time
is so still and dry
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