The sky is thick and viscous. The sky is unawares.
The sky is like an alloy.
This is Van Gogh, my girl. This is Van God.
This is Van Love.
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There are almonds in the sky. And it seems to me that this is our garden,
Our eternal home.
Eternity is like us - at least from the beginning, at least from the end, -
Like a palindrome.
The sky tipped over on us. Greedy as a sigh,
Every stroke.
Just Van Love, my girl. Only Van God.