the visualization exists and persists like a pea burr under a princess mattress, the old poet in confession reveals he is a 180 degree sinner, hail mary, yeah baby, but the 90 degree was deemed so correct that blessed as right, intuited and taught as the first of the geometric earth geo-phases, first even before, the Kabbalist circles found in early man’s cave star drawings
who has time or patience to lean on a base tree trunk, sitting, becoming an emboldened line compelling complimentary, a human addition to seal a natural right angle, blessed are they, good luck to all of us, for he who feels peace, brings it forth, no messiah required, when humans use their bodies and trees, to make a rightful peace sign, humans breathe the forest oxygen preserving both
3/21 10:11am a thank you poem.
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