as if the flowers were all asleep and knitting mud ***** _
and perfect spheres. the universe cajoled the Ambassador to Sorrow -
to come forth with a horse's wing and a heavy breath...
a true lover that is sworn to sunshine
and a unicorn eating the meat of a diamond.
all this must be. or the world;-
flounder on a picket fence -
of a lost mind...
and a long stretch of reach
in a stunted growth of
RealLife.

the rain wept because the cosmos was full of Lies
with a capital ' L '.
deflated by default, but willing to take One
for The Team of wild horses; that carried the thunder-
to your precious Dawn; in the first place.
to outwit the Heresies
of a misadventure
with an Ode
To Choice!

of course, the plane eats
a mountainside
just sitting on
the cat.

and you're gonna
look at me

as I walk through
You.