Aug 1, 2016, 5:05:09 PM Creative

Is done is spun for what was true, time fluxing tars wander far I did not know
I knew, now something cool softly dripping,      sparkle — through
as rainbow dew, ripple blue brews drunk by fools in late September
a twisting center of trap doors, enter
held but bending, ah… waves are sending in twos
elephants fit on small spinning stools
a view — of somewheres I all once knew, a rising tide of fast coursing rivers
fall light,                                   from a height


I do

Published by Tom Lopes

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