currently i am tucked into my onesie pj's, let the dog out to chase the moon.
bundled under a duvet, i just got in from poeming where magic loomed.
its a fortunate occurrence to stumble upon spaces where we can reveal the stuff under our skin
recognize ourselves in another human being over and over again
--but i know you already know a thing or two about that
you crazy guitar-singing maniac
who are you?
... and like so many days and nights before
faithing and dancing through life's prolific doors
he was shredding his six string, she was counting her blessings
but who knew this particular door
on that specific mezzanine floor
would place them right smack in each other's world
where this canadian kid met this american girl
who knew it would be a tuesday
when she would come to the ballet
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