DAYDREAMING ON THE
OUTSIDE OF MATTER
When the clouds drop low, to say hello, it
seems a wonderful thing. I look back, and
send regards; the sky dips back and nods.
When I stand at the lake, the fish say hello
as well; they look up at me (up?) and say
hey, in their fishy, little way. I want to tell
them I wish I could go along.
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