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Sunday, July 29, 2018
sun stacks skin
Trust spoons, entwined all sweet night
Said the shell of our dream
Poking its shard atop a spotless omelette
Easy side up and light peppering
Ceiling's canopy, rocks slide over
One another in the stream
The tiny fish nibble toes that halt
Stretching summers sun until
One can read patterns
In our illumined and webby paws
Not unlike other pillow nested vertebrates
Finding nooks of harmony
After travails unending echoes shush
Proof that dreams dream too
Bubbles jet upstream, just because
Old father gravity is rightly wrung
There in the firs new bassinet under a ledge
The cones bobbers eddy in dance
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