A lighthouse is stumbling toward me in the dark
I'd try to help
If only she would just stop flashing those lights that way
The sand is slipping through my fingers
And our pyramid is terribly incomplete
So maybe just try harder?
When I'm feeling mean I like to take long walks on the sea wall
The people there so
Chaotic and slow
Like a high definition tornado
They hurry on their way but
Mostly I just like to look out at the sea
Picturing the parakeets
Melting their wings in the Sun
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