as I laugh to cry
fight over woven flossed chasms
time for another
the splatter of ruby hitting my cheeks
it’s tonight
a thousand rebirths nurtured beneath the stars
enter… a thousand petals…
extended delight over this magnificent view
poets begin to write
it’s a meltdown
I must have flown
doors slamming
soaring on the thermals of created thought
lost amidst machines
the edge of the peripheral
how lucky I could not see short of the perpetual
the admired thunder
clamoring storms of rage
then…
you entered the perpetual…
you entered the thousand petals.
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