I'm telling you, the past never happened, him, the present, and the future, just three people, dancing around, building a ladder, with your memory, the lake ripples, and the nurse takes your pulse, she asks, are you seeing any hallucinations, are you hearing any voices, you open your eyes, ask, how did I get to the hospital, only when the fae call, dolls and puppets, all dancing, in a straitjacket, or you walked there yourself, you’re going to dance either way, whispering, baby, there’s this story I want to try and play, you and the lily, what do you say, should we do this dance again, or take root, and let the branches extend a different way, did we learn anything from Nelson Mandela, I’m not sure homie, did you mean he was a nice fella, exactly, god forbid, a poet tries to say anything, just say supple skin, ripe fruit, dew drops on my guitar, strumming along, what's in the air, what was I saying?

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