we faltered in June
and then blossomed on Jupiter
felt all the pressure come from down and around us
but still we bob in the mercury clouds
filled with wingless bats
clammed up like morning dew
every sun is red here
the postman never comes
I can't tune you in on the radio
or tell them where I'm from
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