Summer with you,
Summer of weepies,
Sun of the mourning is
A scorning sound, for gravity
Is a new thing to understand,
A clean me is a false me, for dirt
Is in these dreams, blood was spilled
And made a way, the angels have
Made a wall and Hell is in the
Details and the unjust scales,
Do not enjoy me God, do not
Stand unsure today,
A man is a man even if today
Fails and falls and lands am upside
Down sound of a smoggy freeway ,
I had you in the summer but now
You are lost again, far again,
Summer is a rerun for me to live
For the best of it was spent with you,
In that garden God is where I belong

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