Esplanade

Have you ever, been swept, by the wind, coming over. Caught up, enchanted, emotions in hyperswirl, non stop. The counter top, at the diner, glistens with, anticipation. First to belly up, George and his dream, somewhat distracted, but none the less. Consider the antinomy, the breeze comes upon us, but the waves persist, non stop. Have you ever considered, to the diamond-water paradox, Aristotle orders meat loaf, and mashed potatoes. And oh yes, lest us not forgo the Trickster, just a figment of, the universe unfolding. Here is the equation, gravy equals meat loaf, times the sum of, the potatoes mashed. Meanwhile, the SplaterPeople convene, by the jukebox, waiting for the truth to unfold. It's just that simple, Aristotle testifies, with fork and spoon, heart in hand. It's just a trip, on a sunny summer day, and a gentle touch, from the breeze. It's just a fancy, side step, shooing our blues, right on out of here. The fancy two step, the mystic spirit, calling to you, and me. Makes you feel, all over, pouring over, like a winter blanket. Slips you out upon, the Maritimes, just where you belong, planed by design. Hyperswirl you out, upon the waves, and moments, and the seduction. Almost complete, except for the armstretch, reachout lookout, flows over you like a dance. Something, has come over, me, non stop.

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YouTube | February 3, 2008

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