
how the cloud column edges my way over brooks and streams
shining and you quake of waking turns my inner clouds to gold
as the finite diamonds distill a corruption in this wide journey
over the cascade of that river of heaven clumps of stone bash
the turn of solace in deaths for we travel lofty scoot to an
even term. I wept your branches as the night reached
for my comprehending of"what the fuck!!!" does
solace speak fits tight knots loudly and metal freak.
you answer back soldier and hum anthems coded
for the universe creeps the spine and cars hum the
ripped boon of laurels in the trunk tomorrow is
destined to be motley turnover and ones own donuts
for my sugar comes in breaths softly by my side.
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love to Jeannie from Donnie









