i pull on the day brightly mine it at the maternal sources and form a radiant : a bloom from within fledgling elements
illuminant grenades and the sky is peppered with characters it's a wild play of childness an old world whimsy of 'here be monsters' and shiny scrapbook havoc
the compass steps in and with the turn of the globe scores the horizon clouds and the aviators are combed into the soft crust a spiral quilting to cover the gift of a dream given by one thirsty visitor who stole it lightly from the prism of another travelling dreamer
God knows what'll grow if there's a pillow fight a deranged rain of innovation perhaps some fiddly creation will fast take over this world and it's lover other
with the sky allied and fraudulent we can host an early night the stars (in strand) prattle the ocular sense frontier all constellations are like a single ribbon eel never quite nourishing upon its own thoughtless loop