June Fractals Lifting the Moon

June fractals lifting the moon.

Primitive words
For arriving stars.

The sun is a wooden
Sea overrun by
The shadows of birds.

Nonetheless.

The wind’s blue feet
Lost in the lonesome
Of perfect buffoonery.

Is somehow
Like the silence you would find in a
Fish bowl.

How could I not oblige?

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