Once upon a time, there was a little boy who blew soap bubbles into the sky.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who saw monsters everywhere she went.
Once upon a time, there was a group of friends who were always missing each other.
Once upon a time, I saw a sunset on a beach more blinding than a dream.
We store up the stories and the tellings and the wonderings why: this play in contraband lucidity:
for the grey days when the sun is falling and the dreams don't speak as loud.
rush: walk: play: down: drizzle-may-come on the red stone of this red road that leads nowhere.
pray: love: cry: laugh: shoot-me-down in these illicit things they tell you that you don't believe.
And here's a hundred thousand dollars: to buy you golden sunshine for the next rainy day.
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