I miss walking all around South Austin
and sleeping alone all of every night.
I wish I were a Dynamo, sexy and clean for eternity,
saying to God, Please, do not worry about me:
I will be all light
I will be alight
I will be a light.
Do you wonder what becomes of all the things we wear?
I can sweat like a monster. I can dry off on the air.
I run my body into the ocean.
Does it All feel like it's still there?
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