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A Child's Realm Bolts of
loomed cloth over the mill and waterwheel. New
growth spurging up through a charcoal forest- The
flight into colored patterns the others can’t see seizing
the presence of every sub-atomic particle as god showing
up as Italian fireworks over the castle spooking
the chestnut horse haunch deep in wildflowers and the
goat eating the volley ball net in the
Mare Serenitatis of the moon. Shelter
us from telephones and other devices- as they
tarnish in a heap of copper wires, Let us
resurrect the Mardi Gras masks and each
other with the secret cloak then bell
the cats who parade around in high places. All we
have is this assemblage sculpture with a
spinning saucer at the top Battered
instruments from the bark paint orchestra and
thrown out crutches from the village Lazarus. Tell all
the codices to our colorblind dog And send
him to us if we get stuck at the drawbridge. |
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