desire on a july evening

so sat john on the timber

an invitation had been lost
to colliding waves, set
along by the great green

listen to my dreams,
it said.

one could be the sun,
drawn by the shadow.

echoing audio into
standing rippling waves
who sing the shadow inside
our chest

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