Category: /General/What do you want, I
ask the god, sitting in a buttercup?
The Hippocampus was shrinking.
My muse turns on.
In sleep my body wakes. The moon
was walking on hills to talk...
Be alert. I warn myself
A celestial body was going to fall
in the lap of an ocean. No ground to stand.
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