a virtuoso in the craft of losing, a clemantine of disaster a heart broken into a heap of feathers. aheave of feathers and a rising star.
sometimes people ponder over unforgiving things remember what should be cast in a dominion somewhere across nowhere and not in a bundle of feel.
A glitch
a crux
a rude remark
follows snidely smirking gurgling laughter
giddy as the heart is
slow as the mind.
repeat
reiterate slow down desire
dysfuntion
demurr
the docks await.
the task is not cumbersome
the dream is not dead
the lie is not told
and the music does not play
sleep is not slumber
and to run is not to flee
A song is not a dirge or a melody
a child is not young
and adults not old
dreams are reality
a reality we all face
a possible and probable celebration of an amalgam of thought vibes sounds jitters glittery impossibilities smilimg at cannot be or isn't or is
musing mocking
friendly harsh
and the dare is for you
to handle mishandle confuse clarify
colour paint
cover taint
kill spill drill
drums play but not the jungle beat
marshes cool off to a tundra of cold still hope
and masters kneel
and tIMOTHY lost his boots.
do you him?
can you find them?
do you care?
at all
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