Riding the body with my airy thoughts
And trying to cultivate a big heart
For whatever seems to be going on
And at the same time feeling secluded
Here on the tropical island of myself
Where supplies run short
And no boat comes sometimes
I rarely sleep at night anymore
The stars next door loud coupling
Or arguing about the future
My unhappy parents
Forgive me if it's not too late
To grieve for your childhoods
And to thank you for my own
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