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I'm passing the moon - forever stiffened in the neck -
the star souls are feigning the light -
I look at the Earth - will-o'-the-wisp -
hardly see through thick cotton
- because everyone is in the heaven -

I'm turning majestically - it's in my blood -
my father was trucker - in that last summer - my mom accompanied him -
she breathed carefully - inside her three gold chains
- in her single sports suit -
she watched her neat reflection in the window -
as the land went through it -
She stroked herself thighs again -
and squeezed the knees - I'm here -
I'm supposed to be here!