Had to close it off
In the green and soft
For the right amount
Of forest browns
Could escape the talks
But couldn't scrape it off
A circled face will talk
Filled with buzzing thoughts
Float, float, float
When finding new ways to go
And bend like waves
That silence gotta have a shape
Awaits a word that isn't like that no more
A word we probably never could, probably never could
Bright like elvish men
Half day sleeping
Took it to the next
Level of dizziness
Saw some phosphenes
Their skins were red and green
How much time 'til dawn
Until a brighter sun
Float, float, float
When finding new ways to go
And bend like waves
That silence gotta have a shape
Awaits a word that isn't like that no more
A word we probably never could, probably never could
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