Versus
Lately all reality is teeth and tongues, esophageal processes, stomach acids, large and small intestines, colons and anuses. Everything is being devoured and digested, sucked dry, broken down into waste and passed into stagnation.
All my dreams are fragile wildflowers.
Lately all my iTunes are “…the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the ants play pinocle on your snout….”
All my dreams are fragile wildflowers.
Lately my palette is shades of black; I paint ministers with smiles of demons and eyes of jackals.
All my dreams are fragile wildflowers.
Lately all I trust is grass.
In dreams I am a crow.
In dreams I have this human intelligence and that crow intelligence and I cannot decide which is native — or which is most helpful.
In dreams the philosophy is union, evolution, growth, spontaneity, construction and genesis. Picture Eden.
In dreams I soar.
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