(ah ah ah ah ah huh huh ah) Across the hollow in the late day glow a lily pond sparkles like Lucy’s thoughts behind her ink black locks a creaky old rocking chair pops in chorus with the late birds and early crickets in thickets drawing bowstrings all of it sings to her a peaceful song Blue damsels dancing on invisible strings tapping the tepid water like trapeze artists defying death with grace blue damsels dancing under black curls freedom in the world to fly away to the here and now beauty and harmony guide the way they never sway they are infinite a fish would rise to surprise a damsel in distress a meal for the day and nothing left but perfect rings pops rocker stops as Lucy leans into the scene her furled brow told of her furled thoughts locked in the soundless The fish was just a fish who did not know the fly was beautiful blue food for the farmer was nothing new the thing she thought never before were the rings left behind in the water God’s finger signing his approval Lucy decided peace and beauty then violence then peace and beauty with added symmetry and harmony to reassure her that life is as it should be circles perfect perfect circles (ah ah ah ah ah huh huh ah) no fish or fly could know how perfect they are together a smile and a tear appended her thoughts as her brow went smooth again she sat back in peace blue damsels appeased blue damsels dancing under black curls freedom in the world to fly away to the here and now beauty and harmony guide the way they never sway they are infinite (ah ah ah ah ah huh huh ah) pop pop crickets
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