
Photo by Gamaliel Lane Gardner-Masters
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speeding
I've gone wildflowers
It's so vast, my desert
a little pleasant.
Truly mesmerized,
I see the sky towering above;
But the depths are so inviting,
so encompassing.
so many layers.
I must scatter my seed.
fondle my need.
When will I be freed.
The Slick temperatures affect
Mixed textures;
Devotions and commotions bounce back
off the soundtrack.
Refract the assaults!
We're a combination of cults.
All lead to the blue vaults. |
Spearhead.
come to bed.
Dip in the gene pool.
Free falling atomics watch us together
as we fluff the feather.
You're a coy boy;
you're a curl of a girl.
Swish, swirl
we unfurl,
begin to twirl.
Our gladness surpasses our sadness.
Mad fun forms another one. |
From humanity
to insanity,
Rubdown
waydown
Every kook and nanny
deserves a pat on the fanny. |
