Exhausted

Two ounces
At the right time of night
Regarding shake parallax
These are place settings

Twenty years
Going one hundred miles per second
Not a dent we can't fix
Or a hiccup we can't cap

God shoes
Placed at the foot of your bed
In case you wake at night
And need to blindly walk into the cloudisphere

Most-makers
Thinking in big outside clarity vessels
Supporting large frames of reference
Filled with fresh beans, rainbow-rinsed

Spottled feint
Delivered in blurry line arrays
First there were speed tests
Now everything creates thunder

Dual exhaust
Everything we do can't be enough
When it comes to providing answers
We sleep in and pray for time to think
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9.20.13