god threw a handful
of houses on a hill
and we buried them
with our love
covered them
with silt
and we dug them up this morning
we got drunk
up on their roofs
and we fell
into a sleep
and let the centuries
soak through
you said maybe
one day this summer
we could fly out to the ocean
have a picnic on the sand
take lots of pictures
of the jetsam
and everything
everything
will just sort of
fall into place
again
mountains
coming
down in our eyes
again
everything
will just sort of
fall
let's have a round
for the ages
and the places
they once stood
this one's
for the sleeping
may they dream
of some place good
and here's
a bird to sing for you
here's
a couch to sleep
here's
a chair
to drift in
when you think
of empty streets
and maybe
one day this summer
or any more to come
we can swap
similar ideas
and laugh
that we have won
when everything
everything
will just sort of
fall into place
again
mountains
coming
down in our eyes
again
everything
will just sort of
fall
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