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The toad! It looks like
it could belch
a cloud.
Come  unto my barren needs
     take these worn calloused hands
into your own, your softness manicured,
     kiss, and kiss again mine chapped
with those sweetness glossy pink lips,
     slow, or slower.
Place a glance unto my sorrow filled eyes
     my worry flush, with thy cheeks ****** blush.
Watch the woodlands dance and bow,
     as wind sings in the distance
into the heavens
      cries reaching to the universe
a symphony, my love.
Sometimes, it seems
Time drags on
And on and
On and
On
Slowly
Then slips
Away like water
Through your hands
 Nov 2014 Malintha Perera
Sjr1000
I began as a spot
of mud
flipping off a comets
rushing tail
frozen in ice
I survived the fall
a few moments of
organic molecules
landing on one
vast continent
integrated
into a minuscule
whole
I became alive
alive for this time
and
all time.

But

There were forces
moving inside of
me
call it what you will
continental drift
tectonic plates
powerful forces
which fragment me
over time.

I come together
I divide
but the cycles
don't stop there
like our love
as all these
parts and particles
slam back together
in a single mind.

Pangaea!  I once
called you home
it was the only place to be
I knew who
and what I
was
but I have become
divided and split
even my dreams are
fragments of scattered
lands.
My center can not
hold for long
as competing desires
beg to be known.

As eternity picks
me up and sends
me on my way
as I scatter back
to those solar
winds
disintegrate to
a spot of DNA
whisked off this
planet
and arrive on
the back of a
sailing comet
frozen for eons
long
to once again
through happenstance
fall
onto a foreign
planet -
home again to
my private
Pangaea
unity
begins the
cycle
all over
again.
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