Traveling between worlds
Peering thru weird windows & doors
All clouded with inaccuracies
You try to scrub them clean
Then sit upon other worldly beaches
cross legged, musing
noticing settings and risings
or revolving realities.
An explorer of all spaces
a lover of all places
A master of all races
Waiting for the Big Wave
My friend Dave.
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