a million million years ago
sand colored mountains
hide the simplest garden
within its green one tiny cluster
almost quiet busy busy
strings of genes so very colorful
elegant and nubile each one appears
in that exacting point in time
lets do a dance
lets rearrange, doe cee doe
skip backwards, upside down
take a chance with me
take a chance
the mountains hide
a simple garden
a boy sits quiet, almost ready
I think he is the most beautiful boy
he might be dreaming about strings
his heart beats like a song to dance for
so elegantly he could almost die
so colorfully I could almost cry


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