October 21, 2011

• 26

  beneath landscapes of fine white,
  wrinkles, deepened from the erosion of complexity, stretch
  as two lips pucker and say hello
  to old friends, eternal soul mates

  ---

  tonight I sleep
  where nirvana cuddles
  between a comforter, stuffed
  with warmth of the earth.
  to how nature coddles us with bliss,
  we are oblivious.

  ---

  We've stumbled upon patches
  of bizarre pleasantries,
  like the horror of sound of "whorl"
  or the peace of sound of "pool"

  contemplating the longevity of "bleu" vs. "blue"
  turns nothing into something
  as we notice and take note
  for the sake of purposeless observation.

  • 12:25 pm
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