A bucket of fools rests on the rail.
But they are comfortable.
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But they are comfortable.
Do they inhabit everything around me? That is God.
Now, I only wish to sleep. Sleep longingly until peace overshadows me. And not dream.
but a contraction broke and I have to wait for a replacement.
I shine
when your eye shines,
looking upon me.
Like thyme on simplicity
with time upon felicity
angels sing.
Floral aromas
grace a button nose
But what knows?
So sweet.
Standing upon a knife
wearing familiar names
combing manes
taking blame.
The shame!
We all hear your melody
in the tune of our felony
But the beat is complex
as convex
for what is the song of a sunrise?
are identical to what I would similarly pursue for the same.
When the moment had encapsulated all fear, it tore the walls of time until existence was meager.
but they refuse me.
. . . Blah, Blah, Blah . . . is NOT OK!