around this place in the rain,
Just to check it holds up.
I'm considering listening to Lennon
As if I'm some eccentric guru harbouring
Standard Christmas tree doubts.
I'm about to take my brains to bed
and let that carefree cinema
play its enigmatic scenes.
I'm thinking of watching myself
engage in a lucid dream where I observe
My own rapid eye movements.
I'm dreaming of a future,
and it's a-okay, and when I
wind back to now and I smile
I'm probably going to listen and watch
Those big white windmills turn
Forty-five miles downhill from here.
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