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I ain't no where, ever,
falling through hands sifting life, watching for the glimmering bits, but i just flow through, sand, sandy, sifted and falling with the other sand, so i get lost, in that sand and look at those same shiny bits and get lost, and wonder where the shoreline ends, and where i can move, live, be the tide, and life and movement, in motion, revomotion, retro-motion, back and forth with the pull of nature, falling into happines and lonely nights staring into space and wondering where it is im trying to arrive, some crazy day in april with seventeen days till saturday, waiting for a break...