Can we flow
with just what is?
No high heaven,
no dark abyss
Not creating,
not desiring
just floating...
with no aspiring
A life of highs,
a life of lows
is twisted knickers
and a bent up nose
Don't change anything
n certainly not anybody
All are perfect
all are hotties
Love them close,
or love them far
but love them all
Sun, Moon or Star
The only changin'
must come thru you
but that is optional,
At least,
I love you
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