brass ego low
cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
In a Cosmic Pond
Baby I've been mighty mean,
but I'm here to tell ya
I turned to blink when the stars
with a twinkle skipped
the stones of destiny
'cross my sky.
The water goes mostly undisturbed,
but forgive me, would you, my ripples.
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