Task
Somehow get a sample of that light.
Maybe hold on tight while a hotair balloon hauls you and a bucket up,--- up up.
Don't wait until it cools, pour it all over that last remaining shadow you've seen in your dreams.
Always
Without the somethings,
the stumbles and the miss-steps,
this life would be easier,
but we would fall asleep from boredom
instead of blissful exhaustion.
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