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Deep sea divers have finally found our memories

that we buried long ago before first contact,

Those glimmering chests of light that carried

First sight, young love, and now young man's strife,

Uncovering episodes of when our cinder block hands

felt each other's plots of land to build first foundations,

Heavy hearts lay in the soil

toiling away to grow so as to dodge loveless famine,

It's all too often we forget

we have been alone in our thinking

(in our constant drinking)

for far too long to understand anymore,

Laying in beds staring at ceilings

we would wish this on no one,

A hydrochloric bath of judgment

drew by stares of those in public,

Pounding pavement like red carpets

when every move is inspected

and a wrong word could mean tomorrow's

parading lament,

We're dreadfully hard on ourselves

scared to love another for fear they'll see it too,

They'll find out our imperfections

and fallout like Fukoshima

Chernobyl

Nevada Test Sites

or whatever analogy you perfer

or like,

So let's stay in bed

watch cinema and digest adventure this way,

At least here the vibrations are our own,