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i imagined myself as a wave rollin in the ocean and wrote about it. pic was taken by me of qui d'anjou, the seine, in paris. favorite place to relax. jim morrison and charles baudelaire use to read, write and chill there.

we're on
others constantly
rolling
rollingroll
ingandgoin
ggoing in
blue
beneath white
clouds sailing
this rhythm
never failing
too good to be true
but blue
but blue so blueso
blue
who knew it was this
easy coming and
going
from selfish
serene banks of
the seine to
blood
filled w***e
ridden disease
damning docks of
manhattan
with god as
our captain
comanding
us to roll
to rollandgo
androllandgo
beneath
white
clouds sailing
our motion never
failing our past and
future drowning
as sun and moon
and clouds and
birds and people are
clowning around
all about us
we roll
together in azure
weather caught
pink sans
dreams we
roll and sink into
sand
only to
evaporate back up
fall down
and become
one again