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Adrift
Almost lonesome on Earth. Drift on sand and breathe the day. It might be all there is.
Build a lifetime on maybe; how does it all stand up? No support and nothing on the
sides. Nothing ever written, still I imagine myself someplace better. I imagine the
dawn, like I'm part of something that goes on and on and on. When nothing to love
of liquid or solid I love the vapor. At least I know it's there. I breathe in that day like
there's something on the air, like I can taste the vapor there.
