where we empty the
clocks,
drain time
and fly,
wheel happiness,
glide happiness,
spool the sun,
skim fingertips
along the ocean’s
rim,
gather ice sopranos
from the
stratosphere’s crystal beds,
dissolve into pure
air,
harvest the ecstasy
seeds that dream there,
soar in the winds’
songs,
surf sunlight’s
beams,
learn the treasure of
empty pockets.
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