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They Float Islands Here

Pink Floyd is playing in the after-sun

They gather in crushed velvet bikinis, torn or tie-dyed shorts and other garb to distinguish a new generation.

I dreamed of floating islands but days before and here in Homeric lands they do indeed float islands behind the near-mist of the early evening

My skin is shouting of the day's earlier power and sun

Now music makes the fun and islands are on the run