(lxxvii)
We circumnavigate hourglass sand grains,
Now shrunk enough in size to man two ships
Of cotton rag sails, matchstick masts, and snips
Of bob thread rigging, each glass bulb contains.
I'll motion magic mantras, cresting strains
Which calm our brains, align twin cursive trips
To parallel worlds, problematic skips,
I'll stand our love on its head, win what wanes.
So much time lost, I'd like to ship it shape,
And shop its partial moments with you whole,
The traffic jams and tangled up red tape,
Those late arrivals into kisses roll.
I'd anchor nanoseconds air can't keep,
I'd salt you lost times, a cone shaped heap.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 keep
o $10,000,000 hold
o $10,000,000 presence
o $10,000,000 keep
o $10,000,000 hold
o $10,000,000 presence
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