These bounces are inconsistent
and dreams tatter
for the sake of dreaming
i've begun to fall
trsting that sand will catch me
and break bread with
singers and strummers
thinkers and speakers
players and layers
although cellular explosions
may distract our purpose
our hearts are aligned
and sharp as cupid's arrow
do not forget
we beam brightly
My observations and responses to this crazy world; in color, text, and line
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