when once was upon
a morning spent
that a fig meant
of an image sent
to see a mount
for moments count
on thumbs bent out
not wrapped in doubt
"who needs to shout"
the cathodes hot
and heating spouts
of trippe routes
and paths laid out
in gardens green
not stricken down
a fig meant sees
to mean a gift
my friend....
aFigamentus!
spontaneous
forms of
prefectures
erectus!
terrificus!
stAmenus!
and exploreus!
a firm meant two
dances of the sky
where
a fountain on
a mountain on
a moment
came by ...
and dyed
monuments
where time
marked rhyme
with just one word
to become a mind
it
said
hi
in just this way
and it became a him
and a her he swayed
as a heart displayed
"motus velocitas"
and then they waved
wine deer?
2 comments:
Trippy? Perhaps. But I get it and love the ending. Cheers.
ah.... Mr. Boyd, my favorite Fremen. ;) x
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