Play
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		I love the way you play.
		The way you find ways
		to split phase and say
		days for daisies
		to pop in and out of
		earth they call it
		down in, it makes sense
		up 'n out-er space things
		seem to drift
		theres no room for order out here
		just the magic of what is and isn't it
		up to you to decide
		"this IS!"
		"this IS!"
		and knowing you you'll never stop
		because everything here is for play.

		It doesn't matter - the quality
		or the sentiment
		or the sediment your shoes left on the carpet
		because it's all about the joy in how
		each and every one of those grains of sand
		found love in those canyons on your feet
		and followed you home.

		No serious face need go unsmiling
		You see that way
		breaking the lines we wrap ourselves in
		letting language
		movement
		sound
		loose
		learning to talk without words
		teaching the heart to spark-gap-transmit
		joy and laughter
		from one being
		to another.