tangle doubt with open space
while the trigger bouts of juniper
climb morning glories
with warm melting wings...
keep out your turning masses
but wave in the free.
you glass up the worrying tree
and tumble split into thin air
the old topple back is back
and your front yard
is a freakin’ mess.
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liking the free verse an creatures walking in gaga space with god
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