She sells sea shells

I will greet you like the morning sun the dew on my porch or the breeze at my window I will watch you in the break of every new day Then to sleep with you in mind is the lucid dream of dreams real and unreal pinned against an equilibrium of thought What RNA compels the cells this way obey and divide a way for beauty to take such shape harmony and balance so unbalanced yet in sway a flux of uncertainty that comes from each new day four-course dismayed and bent to elevate the streams and lines and shapes outlines of squares made "safe" escapes in wait for faith to mark its place this life ordained but fake cannot associate with the frights of common taste


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