Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Light Finger Nearer to Thee Time Poem

The banana rests on the toadstool.
Six sides split greenfully to grace the
Open air; scheduled molecules dance.
Interplay

The stem and opposite end creak,
Pulling to peace, equilibrium leak.
Colloquial dioramas incessantly 

They idiosyncratically stand and walk.
Idiomatically, ironically, where are Our legs?

Their yellow darkstar please placate

In suffering grief

Told tale justify great design, transportation, urbanization

Social order, speakable human health waves
Tides of good learning history now.





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