Refrigerator magnet poem limitation in the sticking of bits of words lacking quite a lot of what one thinks one needs


Good stream which will surround you in the trees
Sacred cranking marble voice dark fish cloud color
Red fat cake almost the flying melon of my sacrifice
Could bring down my eyes
I am not like the vast universe but a prisoner living in a deep concrete hole
All my making
You must explore life or seep into decay
As a fool

Many hours of dream
erase the configuration of existing
in the brief moment of double ends
and I am ready for a reworking to posses
the next light