you see
i get tired of daydreaming
the sweet,
sweet delight
like honey
too much of anything
and then it is just
a whirl
of scents and sights
so close
that the hairs on your skin say "yes"
and your skin itself can almost touch it
touch anything
like riding the universe
or something
but then it goes too fast
too far
too quick
too (sur)real
and all you can do
is wait
for your lungs to clear
of that sticky mess
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