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 Flowers Changing And Powers Haunting 

5-30-20

Feels like the fourth of July at the end of our May 

All about us and it's squirrel expecting his lass 

As to wearily run back to my love's ember beginning 

Wherein I am the masterpiece for the Christ 

Yet to see the way where I'm going to need you 

In how wild I become 

Taking instruments from my bubbly juice 

Monday morning 

Raising it for reconductors in seven loaves and a few small fishes 

Good morning, America rolling our run for Dalmanutha

Where we enter the ship out of reach 

And four thousand are fed of flowers chanting

And powers are haunting.....

O, Nostalgia 

5-30-20

Feeling the canopy like a blind man

O, kind plan for our hyacinth sunny hocks are funny 

Powers off the subtle run on a trip to Maine 

We do but recommend Jesus in all things at the temple of Isis 

At the baths of Nero where I ache for thee in firelight and nightfall 

And God willing we hook up stars in the right ways in mindsets 

In our weary room of hours 

O, be it our delight where we manage your dreams 

Where living to stress February lest we turn argumentation to lies.....

Firefly Light By Wee Hours

5-30-20

Leaving our corner in our daily record 

As to fly higher than an eagle of ego 

Once all glory for all kings and queens 

Different worlds adapt as we crawl and pray 

With the starting line in the game all the way back to our thousand palaces 

Warming my every member back to care at the stand and to catch fireflies 

Where roles grow the more for our hyacinth and savoy of blue 

Out there in our city and words bleeding makeshift 

As to scan his door of jaunty green 

To have nothing to lose for salvation in its three tenses.....