Ian Anderson 2:30 p.m., Aug. 20
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- Farelee for Love
Oh my Lord, please bring my heart back close to me before my lungs hit their thresh hold and capacity of no air or oxygen and I sorely do miss him with every fiber cracked of a parched, dry body needing his saliva to moisten the life back again.
Missing my heart and my heat as the obliged citizen marches to the beat Sinking in quick sands of time, blessing angst away one more time With sneezes on sleeves and eves of the trees of leaves and weaves of natural smiles But really, only missing my love.
More love in my heart than grains of sand embedded into his bedroom carpet Then animals become thieves and learn how to pick pocket and dress up in a fair womans clothing and dance as though belle of the infantry ball Silly puppy. You can hardly walk on your hind legs.
Cutting corners of time and skipping rocks across diamond mines, to shatter silence like yellow call-birds that die before the poison reaches the tip of our bitten tongues. Hoping the silicone won't burst before the ionosphere. That could get very messy for the rich valley of death and the shadows of lillies that only you would dare cross. Just to reach the side where the water is clean and the bodies are laying together in graces and four leaf clovers of divine luck.
But really, only missing my love.
Sorely, surely, truly, deeply, madly, and all the other adverbs and grammar structures that make up a human missing another human. And every word does no justice so I'm throwing them all together and flipping the switch to make them into a delicious word smoothie that we can sip with our souls from just one straw because in reality, we're only one.