Friday, September 06, 2013


We live in (the best of all) possible worlds . we do . it is, Filled with crowned crocodile kings . and frowning (plastic-wrapped) archangels, It plants (this world) . tender seedlings in our younger (less) fragile minds . that (suddenly later) we find . fat with blooms . and weighted with the very oblong fruits we'd be(en) longing, We eat . like hungry crocodiles . feasting on our chance (discoveries)
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