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Apollo Devotee Bathed Earthling Coppertone Fresco

Caution taken (lathering

exposed epidermis with sun screen)

against harmful innocuous

rich (Times New Roman)

 

12 font ask tick sun yet sen sate)

refulgent radiant balm

unequivocal panacea medicinal luxuriant calm

on par with a old

 

sister wives tale remedy me late mom,

would magically construe

to alleviate home sickness qualm

post pledge initiation invocation befriending

Jason the Argonauts and Major Tom

 

dizzyingly zipping thru space

in search of the golden fleece,

(which acquisition

ranked as a no brainer)

which recollection, sans above exploit flashed

 

(at greased lightening speed) this peace

full May afternoon, a pitch perfect spring day,

one adequately oxygenated

air supply crowded house

 

legendary fete of the rising son momentarily

sol limb lee flared concluding with reverberating

(though decades elapsed

since fortuitous galactic heralded

 

world wide web panegyric

broadcast cosmos wide),

then with just as quick

memorialized recollection

 

prominently recalled,

said remembrance as things past

vis a vis denouement across Universe

with **** lifelong (black hole sun hopping)

capping achievement did surcease.

 

Ah...such blinding realistic provocation sparked

via pure imagination

upon one earthly terrestrial beast

 

Sunkist soaking raiment sequestered

within corner nook decreased

with onset of dusk, a mind bending

dreamy experience least

 

expected while nonchalantly fantasies take flight

basking (with robins)

in an angulated nook sky height

upon premises of Highland

 

Manor Apartment out of sight

from the buzzer (I may as well be

a million miles away),

thus poetic justice end trite.

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Written by
matthew-scott-harris2p
66 / M / schwenksville, penna
Published
May 21, 2018
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#the#infinite#void#serves#as#thy#pallette
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