The sky is clear of its misgivings,
My heart is free of its understandings,
A vibe of sunshine
Goes without shear,
Consciousness unabashed,

I swear by calamity,
By the sudden appetite for fire, the perfect smirk
Of winter moon, it is by folly alone we love,

Sometimes it’s better to put too much blue in the bathwater

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