time, erupted frequency of life – rainbows acoustic over simple
fields, where sheep eat mushrooms
thinking – we belong here,
an astral voyager stoops down from his ship, no sails visible,
he looks upon the fields and sighs
Earth
blues is sung a sun valley lower
sheep are men to him or her, the traveler in erupted
frequency of time – buildings concrete over simple
planets, covered in moss
of beginnings – where twilights collapse in murmur
of a terrified passenger
flight of the heron
diamonds in nightfall flowers
villains blink twice
oh, what’s to do with time and tales and men and moments
and glimpses
storms unique and patterns heavy, metaphoric rainfalls of death
roll over life
here comes Buddha
naked in a glimpse of blink
pale
irrelevant
yet pure
erupted valley of plastic.
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