it’s the sangria laughing, pt. 2

Keys of rain
Rain keyed in
Slanted horizon and a girl looking perpetually over her shoulder
in a dead Sea
Things are not as you believe
A wandering Jew and his daughter
stopped to drink some water
and found only
salt tears in the sea
If you believe
in stars in a field of grass
and sailing ships without masts
I cannot help you

There is only
watered down wine
and people losing track of time
oozing across tracks that don’t exist
because time is an illusion

The world spins on an axis that wobbles

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