According to how you swallow the universe, birds falling are brief skeletons bitter as daisies on the broad shouldered dusk of dandelions,
How you swallow the universe ascends a ladder, turns into rain and gestures, this can’t be enough April in my socks, not enough to fathom what I would fathom.
Puddles are the subconscious of fire,
This I mean, but do not understand.
I love this. Made me smile. A pleasant, fun read.
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Thank you. And might I add I always look forward to your postings.
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Thank you very much!
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