Poire de la Nuite, In the terror of the depths of ocean Or haze in the mind, The end apparition is the intolerable Splashing breakfast speed And with the transformation of the day comes Steps and roadways of music, Murmuring in the glow rose of dawn. At the same time guppies extract liquors From the rock, and the pebbles burn through the liquid Despite their notion to freeze. More circles flying than sneezes, Children of kangaroo shoppers lift Their wings to creep into the points between The ends of books, and stir the Kettle of dreams until done. Light blind Groping eyefuls to tea Washing jewelled lashes.
-LaDonna Smith |
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