Wood paper envelopes, holding the dreams
their hope . . . the journey . . . their longing for home.
Cast out in the depth. . . fly speck parcel of people
roll with the tide of forever more
Flat world to its debt. . . night stars high steeple
shines on the wishes of tomorrows bright shore.
this window . . wide eyed angle . . .looks to a different view
closetful of teeth, clenched tight . . .biting comments for all
small uneasy news . . .folded paper . . .32 times
16 in half . . . 8 times 4 and more . . .
written on the inside of each 4 corners . . .
64 x 2 . . . not enough room . . .too many views for now . . .
No running start fixes this problem. . .
Oh . . . the kidney punch comes out of know where . . .
but you endure . .
This world is crash . . .
My problem. . .I'm scooping. . .raking it in . . .
Yeah. . .it's the gumballs of life
a BIG esoteric lotion . . .rub it in
The DIN with all . .always too cool to know . . .
All in a whir . . .here then gone.
Back to the beginning. . .again
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