Childish windswept summer sands spoke freely

I heard them a million steps back – not forward

Uttering riddled verses with mixed human plots

Touch with more future than hand – and you won’t

See with more illusion than eyes – the sun is blinding

Accuse your excuses of stifling your waywardness

Laugh to the height of ridiculousness – in front of all

Thank some deity for the gift of being frivolously lost

 

 

 

 

  

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