Bjork still singing in my head:
It’s early morning
No one is awake
I’m back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow them with my eyes ’til they crash
I Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
And when it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?
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