from here to Pacifica

i’m thick and sick with ecstacy, a shroud of overpowering me, i wake up when i’m not asleep, i shrill and yawn and stretch and screetch, there’s happiness a world around me, i crawled in the sun but nightfall found me, all the moon’s craters and all the kings men, here’s a toast, they’ll say, to you, our good friend.

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