We were driving or walking, or just sitting around
branch and leaf fences resonating well known POP song
gypsy beat and pharaoh ground
(chants: two-times-two-times-three-times-two-times-three)
a kind of crystalline veil where sound formed pictures
dream style statues
lined up the narrow boardwalks
he tells me I can't know where I am unless
I can dream about it
day by day crystalline form bulletproof glass
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