Your bags are packed and empty,
Atop a treasure chest filled with glass eyes and monocles.
An omnipotent periscope breaks the water's shell
And on the beach, a mountain of crispy plastic shines when presented for close inspection.
It hurt like you said it would, and like I knew it would, but never really believed.
A hornet is caught in yor hair,
Spinning and tumbling with a lispy buzz.
The sun smiles, and we all smile too.
Just you and I.
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