I had been making pearls of my wonderment
And hiding them in boxes, but the concave heart shaped in concrete
Under the wishing silver sun just didn't seem to fit; all seemed tailor-made to remind
That I own only the poor copies of my perception
And should joyfully roll in the deep scent of the present
Like all sudden, stinky dog-love.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 6:28 AM UTC
I had been making pearls of my wonderment
And hiding them in boxes, but the concave heart shaped in concrete
Under the wishing silver sun just didn't seem to fit; all seemed tailor-made to remind
That I own only the poor copies of my perception
And should joyfully roll in the deep scent of the present
Like all sudden, stinky dog-love.