Sings amber rose hues blue
Splits the morning air sun
Rendered a perpetual window
Everywhere you should really
Read the paper dummy pay
Attention follow hand to its living
Conclusion caresses can do no
Harm in fact they wander without
End distractedly like the body
Can't know anything when we
Do what we do I think of talking
Like this also a "happy" poem
A "sad" one undergoes skin
Stalks eyes pressure intends
Sings the bright blue white
What happens happens since
You are a song or pressed to
Me what is news anyway when
No one was a product no one
Was alienated brifely we could
See things finally as just things
Things just in their thing-ness.
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