<transcript><audio_0>name is electrifying my sophomore Gothenburg high school and this is my poem passing on adventure it's late june early summer i stumble along on the elephant feet too big for my stick legs</transcript><video><caption><image_1>The image shows a young woman standing in front of a microphone and speaking into it. She is wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and glasses. The background is a plain grey wall. The woman appears to be giving a speech or presentation. She has short blonde hair and is looking directly at the camera with a serious expression on her face.</caption><caption><image_2>The image shows a young woman standing on a stage with a microphone in front of her. She is wearing a black long-sleeved top and glasses. She has short blonde hair and appears to be speaking into the microphone. The background is a plain grey wall. The woman is gesturing with her right hand as if she is giving a speech or presentation.</caption></video><transcript><audio_3>arms and circling a stuffed striped cat a weird looking cat with mismatched eyes in a crooked tail a group move slowly but surely forward along the sidewalk like a herd of buffalo across the ancient Nebraskan planes meandering to</transcript><caption><image_4>The image shows a young woman standing on a stage with a microphone in front of her. She is wearing a black dress and has short blonde hair and glasses. She appears to be speaking into the microphone and is gesturing with her hands as if she is giving a presentation or making a point. The background is a plain grey wall.</caption><transcript><audio_5>the library across the street a place I went morn long ago with my mother we lost ourselves there tripped through the looking glass into off-kilter alternate realities are crowing trail home</transcript><transcript><audio_6>devoured by the beaks of bluebirds getting hopelessly lost in the moon this night we run through the heart Roland over the dusty plains of canvas sing the</transcript><transcript><audio_7>rusted silent pin man on our way we chased fantasies there join a Bilbo and is dwarven brethren on their quest for the Lonely Mountain chase the fairies hidden among the shelves and flitting through the darkest depths of our souls</transcript><caption><image_8>The image shows a young woman standing on a stage with a microphone in front of her. She is wearing a black long-sleeved top and glasses. She has short blonde hair and appears to be speaking into the microphone. The background is a gray wall with a subtle pattern. The woman is standing with her hands clasped together and is looking off to the side with a serious expression on her face.</caption><transcript><audio_9>we soaked up guilt we filled up words sewn together with delicate threads it can join like long lost lovers between soft leather bindings trees sprouted skywards they're erupting into</transcript><transcript><audio_10>magnificent groves Apple the ripening in the summer heat and Eden smelling of the clothes and poetry trapped in our childhood minds we have entered the Wardrobe trailed our hands over the snow-covered Pines lining the way to</transcript><transcript><audio_11>Narnia the lamppost waiting patiently at the far end stars aligned themselves they're arresting constellations from the ether alight of ancient spirits Orion with a belt and bow Percy sweeping</transcript> name is electrifying my sophomore Gothenburg high school and this is my poem passing on adventure it's late june early summer i stumble along on the elephant feet too big for my stick legs arms and circling a stuffed striped cat a weird looking cat with mismatched eyes in a crooked tail a group move slowly but surely forward along the sidewalk like a herd of buffalo across the ancient Nebraskan planes meandering to the library across the street a place I went morn long ago with my mother we lost ourselves there tripped through the looking glass into off-kilter alternate realities are crowing trail home devoured by the beaks of bluebirds getting hopelessly lost in the moon this night we run through the heart Roland over the dusty plains of canvas sing the rusted silent pin man on our way we chased fantasies there join a Bilbo and is dwarven brethren on their quest for the Lonely Mountain chase the fairies hidden among the shelves and flitting through the darkest depths of our souls we soaked up guilt we filled up words sewn together with delicate threads it can join like long lost lovers between soft leather bindings trees sprouted skywards they're erupting into magnificent groves Apple the ripening in the summer heat and Eden smelling of the clothes and poetry trapped in our childhood minds we have entered the Wardrobe trailed our hands over the snow-covered Pines lining the way to Narnia the lamppost waiting patiently at the far end stars aligned themselves they're arresting constellations from the ether alight of ancient spirits Orion with a belt and bow Percy sweeping
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