Speaker one: (impatient)
Time is almost up and the duration is tedious.
If I lay down I might dream of the ocean, where tables float upside down and I'll float out to sea. Perhaps you'll be waiting and perhaps not. That is not relevant. My lids are like drapes. No one ever considers that they can be drawn whenever most convenient. So lay down your heads when the sun passes over the hills- I'll lay down my head and close my eyes and all I known will turn into smoke. Time has no numbers and clocks are filled with honey. I'll drink dark coffee and fall to the bottom of the cup with remnants left to tell me gossip. And one... two... one two... one... two... one.
Time is almost up and the duration is tedious.
If I lay down I might dream of the ocean, where tables float upside down and I'll float out to sea. Perhaps you'll be waiting and perhaps not. That is not relevant. My lids are like drapes. No one ever considers that they can be drawn whenever most convenient. So lay down your heads when the sun passes over the hills- I'll lay down my head and close my eyes and all I known will turn into smoke. Time has no numbers and clocks are filled with honey. I'll drink dark coffee and fall to the bottom of the cup with remnants left to tell me gossip. And one... two... one two... one... two... one.
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