Thursday, September 24, 2015


Ineffable it is, 
much of the mush of the lives
so closely overwhelming each other's
presence and bodies and notebooks
and what not
and so we build our
dreamy home overflowing in cherry juice,
you a mirror to all my uncanny moods
adorn the walls with pictures
of us 
doing all sort of random trickstery

Paper rings float and we look out of window
to find spring and winter
all through one blink of an eye

I am a charmed up little girl, 
watering the lilies
in the morning

and suddenly everything is so bright.

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