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After Camping


Not much contained

So random

that out of the blue

becomes exactly what is necessary

Infinite purpose

What can stop me

In the throes of free will run riot

Minus me?

Welcomed back with open arms

lips sealed the promise

of eventual Elysium.

White out under the Big Dipper

blow a kiss to the Pleiades

while we're on it

Space cadet is nothing to be ashamed of

I presume I'll dream of California

As that is as close as I'll get

Now that you're gone

the vast expanse

is calling my name.

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