The acorn is a bird of earth.
The sun is a
Domesticated
Sidewalk crack.
The moon is
A feral daffodil.
To grow accustomed
To a gargantuan
Universe
It is better to be tackled
By questions
Than propped up with answers.
Death is a bowl
Room temperature.
The earth is an acorn
Buried by a blue jay.
Finally, the soul is a conspiracy,
And the royalty of chance.
Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Both, “The moon is A feral daffodil.” and ” Death is a bowl Room temperature.” really jumped out at me. As wonderful and peculiar as always.
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Thanks! I’m glad you think so.
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