from here you cannot hear them..

now im parked on a nice little street where the poems win

youll come over here and see what i am talking about. 

theres little sleeping birds who sing pretty in the morning

theres a view of the San Fernando Valley looking north..

to the east are the airplanes constant loud engines 

from here you cannot hear them

Ancient five hundred thousand year cities of peace so grand its hard to tell its not natural..

i kept looking for you 

i kept reaching out

wandering when the new moon would shine on me

for shining on her

im pretty shored up

if you would come lay with me, 

we could leave the world in the dust

one step away from baby balugas

one step away from another island

where we could leave the circus

to take itself apart for a time..


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