No kind of tiny whisky white,
ethereal plane,
bridging all dimensions
little thing can crawl
under the 3rd dimension skin
where I live
and eat the kindred flowers.
One hundred percent of the time,
I'm at a loss for words.
We can't stop it, even though we would've liked to.
Seventeen million puppies. Nothing to eat. How does this work?
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
No kind of tiny whisky white,
ethereal plane,
bridging all dimensions
little thing can crawl
under the 3rd dimension skin
where I live
and eat the kindred flowers.
One hundred percent of the time,
I'm at a loss for words.
We can't stop it, even though we would've liked to.
Seventeen million puppies. Nothing to eat. How does this work?