eyes

the boat adrift on the great salt flats, laying beneath the intense rays drying up to flats of crusty brittle
look at the racers go with their flaming jet engines, carrying them beyond the speed of sound leaping to the finish

within the depths of the sea, your soft tongue found a treasure hidden beneath
from the top of a house calling, for those who choose to stay within its corridors will find relief
chimes are so easily roused, for they are designed to produce sound upon impact
but a symphony requires much effort, driven by the direction of their conductor

stars bending to the strength of eternity, calling upon desperate measures
the moon cools and the surface suddenly halts, exposing a jagged landscape
jupiter calls upon io with a great tidal force, expanding the possibilities

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