The day will come - it will come - put on your robe,
put on your hide. Also, yea unto the individuals who go unclothed,
unshod, without fear, ********* the corners
of brilliant ledges
also, tranquilly, absentmindedly, toeing the edges of mists
floating in a puddle. Put on your remote ocean outfit,
your flippers, and stroll to the end
of the carport.
It will come. Be not reluctant to pursue substantial creatures.
When, I had a discussion with the eye
of a moose, approaching wetly
through the branches.
I was startled. I solidified. I stepped back. I envisioned it.
And after that then again there are those
really valiant: schools of silver minnows
dashing in and out
of the gills of blue whales - what number of undetectable life forms
do we maintain without knowing it? Our own,
for one. Put on your swarmed body,
like Vallejo
who pulled the ocean over his shoulders in the morning
furthermore, ventured immovably into ground. In this way,
at the point when the day came, he directed
power
flawlessly - unwittingly - and composed by the red light of his teeth
after a glass of dim wine. Put on your light shade.
Put on your confine. On the off chance that, in the state of a key,
the state of a lady,
a bank of swollen mists surging over the tree line,
a world centripetally slips
tear it open: how pom
what's more, gran-ate
meet in thick honeycombs, red seeds ejecting inside a mouth.
Also, however we lose eleven eyelashes per day
by flickering alone we can't enter
the Kingdom,
nor would we be able to move sideways, high on this thin goat way,
without the correct foot gear; a rock's kicked free,
also, the resound returning
from the gorge
sounds like a torrential slide, and is. Put on your cap.
Remove your garments. On the off chance that anybody even considers
about giggling
it will be
the finish of us - Rita, hand over the kazoo. Much thanks to you.
Presently hand over the other one. Great.
What's more, if there should be an occurrence of a crisis
acknowledge, rapidly,
there is no crisis and proceed onward. Like a hoodlum in the night
the day came. At that point night came,
what's more, purged out its cheats
into the enraged daylight.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
The day will come - it will come - put on your robe,
put on your hide. Also, yea unto the individuals who go unclothed,
unshod, without fear, ********* the corners
of brilliant ledges
also, tranquilly, absentmindedly, toeing the edges of mists
floating in a puddle. Put on your remote ocean outfit,
your flippers, and stroll to the end
of the carport.
It will come. Be not reluctant to pursue substantial creatures.
When, I had a discussion with the eye
of a moose, approaching wetly
through the branches.
I was startled. I solidified. I stepped back. I envisioned it.
And after that then again there are those
really valiant: schools of silver minnows
dashing in and out
of the gills of blue whales - what number of undetectable life forms
do we maintain without knowing it? Our own,
for one. Put on your swarmed body,
like Vallejo
who pulled the ocean over his shoulders in the morning
furthermore, ventured immovably into ground. In this way,
at the point when the day came, he directed
power
flawlessly - unwittingly - and composed by the red light of his teeth
after a glass of dim wine. Put on your light shade.
Put on your confine. On the off chance that, in the state of a key,
the state of a lady,
a bank of swollen mists surging over the tree line,
a world centripetally slips
tear it open: how pom
what's more, gran-ate
meet in thick honeycombs, red seeds ejecting inside a mouth.
Also, however we lose eleven eyelashes per day
by flickering alone we can't enter
the Kingdom,
nor would we be able to move sideways, high on this thin goat way,
without the correct foot gear; a rock's kicked free,
also, the resound returning
from the gorge
sounds like a torrential slide, and is. Put on your cap.
Remove your garments. On the off chance that anybody even considers
about giggling
it will be
the finish of us - Rita, hand over the kazoo. Much thanks to you.
Presently hand over the other one. Great.
What's more, if there should be an occurrence of a crisis
acknowledge, rapidly,
there is no crisis and proceed onward. Like a hoodlum in the night
the day came. At that point night came,
what's more, purged out its cheats
into the enraged daylight.
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