That I can't quite remember
Not here
or Now
or Tomorrow.
The draft gets so strong
When the stairs won't stay still.
The movement makes me spin in circles
Until my head is dizzy
and my brain won't stop scrambling.
Connecting the dots
With a neon line
that trails from me to there.
Finish the line
Find all the dots
I dare you.
Such things can't be discussed without a Long Island Ice Tea.
-lbr.
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