#rs scott

[it-is-all-too-much]

precious / solstice

on the summer solstice we must be quick this night is the shortest put on your summer dress let's dance.

what of the moon?

the moon needs a short rest said yesterday convinced the sun to hang around longer. that is how the moon and sun talk. so summer solstice changes every- thing around even you.

well see, i agree with all of that. now, focus on just us how we navigate the short night each moment more precious. touch

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[an-optional-reality]

your neon dress

your neon dress lights up the universe way

you twirl ambience how i am in a trace when

your neon dress spins around around again.

under your neon dress lily thighs i caress

your hands lead gentle tenderness

under your neon dress red satin bows

and lace

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[vague-little-triggers]

a different acid test

the trees are twinkling

fireflies blinking

the four way

orange sun shine

kicks in now

these trees of which i tease relentlessly until they sing then we all sing to get her together all now together you remember the time and place the taste of song all along there the whole time

orange sunshine four-way orange barrel stung my tongue then stung my mind, look.

you, miss, present divine, may i say the lily white wings are stunning, may i?

look, you have me out here singing with trees fireflies lighting them now i am singing too even dancing close dancing singing close dancing against you i am ready i am ready in any direction you choose 4-way orange sunshine everything is fine besides you are cute.

like a puppy cute, clown cute, Puff the Magic Dragon cute pink hair bunny ears cute bunny ears cute (come on, oh)?

no, like you cute your tone, way neon light in a hue surrounds you changing colors slowly you have no idea nor care.

say, let me read this book to you.

perfect.

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orange sunshine 4-way flashbacks

[simply-pure-garbage]

those moments

how would you like to dress for the ball being held in a large dance hall the idiot three who are not dancing hang around will not leave? that sort of dress.

i may dress in a wild west riding stagecoach dress, hat, and coat, heading toward the ball enter prim, stand tall, and twirl.

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when you dance

every girl wants you, boys too. there to welcome you from the stage. my miss an exquisite, may i say, presentation.

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[lucidityisabsent]

what/has/happened/here

maybe another time/a different distance/ how i miss you/you are poetry.

thoughts of you/art you made/another time/my request my request.

a different distance/a mere existence/my imagination/floats on clouds.

how how how/will you wake/ for one more day/art you made.

perhaps some moment/you look here/in be-tween/it is all all make believe.

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this part is a very personal note: i hope you like it. peace

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[it-is-all-too-much]

okay now

was only a moment ago you froze did not know what to do well, you are doing this the choice is jumping from the cliff so here we are.

straight out from neon pink blue houston across this dimension to your door all desert dust and more even a tarantula follows me around.

you froze the moment the door opened did not did not know who you are trying to talk. want to walk in the park, and discuss it?

only one bird in this tree happens to be a crow cawing loudly right at me "what right have you to be here up in this tree by me?"

Emily is painting so is Sarah. both paint with passion. always though all paintings by Sarah burst into flames sells them in houston for gold.

not frozen now by the crow i answer i do not know i always though cherish this covered branch the crow cawed all through the morning

sun the morning sun.

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[an-optional-reality]

i do

weak in my knees oh baby please the gentle breeze you are simply divine weak in my knees oh baby please the gentle breeze you are simply divine weak in my knees oh baby please the gentle breeze you are simply divine. week in the trees oh honey please a soft squeeze i wish you were mine ( in a very giving way).

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[simply-pure-garbage]

go look

i see the tree above me empty limbs and branches

shinning through the moon made shadows,

webs shifting, across our faces a map perhaps if there is time to read it.

below from these clouds i see you through empty branches,

your face a map the directions to the soul, your heart.

(imagine that information from your glance to me)

dreamland under the tree mademoiselle did we i believe we just did.

look there above, limbs and branches naked, like us. we touch.

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