The ground bends to come up to me,
Look at what it's giving up.
Her jaw dropped in accommodation
To the words that were spoken,
Accelerating realism and spectra
That only dissolved in the end.
This storm is a constant thunder
That shakes the amnesia
From the stakes put in the ground.
Tie me down to a parachute
And tuck me safely in the boat,
Perspective's tearing straight in half,
But the captain's mouthing, "Go."
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