For Jeff

Here I am...

I make claims for a. Seventh

Wonder...

It may be a fools gold...

But I need to forge an attempt...

Take a pick axe to barren soils...

I wish to see

Your hidden self revealed...

Pull phantoms out of rivers...

O, how I toil...

Stir echoes in the ashes

Of the fully burned out brain...

Synapses cave in,

And all becomes a win win...

Can we shape one word together?...

Has the freezer in production

Caused a closure to

Free will?....

Aiming to kiss the concrete's mouth....

We fly...

Miss, and feel this

Pulpy flesh mass of life...

Drag me over fire and shame...

Lift me up from certain death...

There are angels at each turnpike...

Rare to see them, hard to fathom...

Like the miracles at random

We as humans tend to miss...

We can know them...

Time is waiting...

To be deemed more

Necessary...

Share the ice block

'til it's melting...

Share the tropic heat your

Hoarding

For a rainy day predicted

Like a possum in the dark...

Share the comets, and the stars

If you notice colors blending...

Share opinions that your vetting...

Every hunger you're forgetting

Cries out from the cracks

And breaks...

Broken up we have so little....

Share and feel the cosmic tingle

When the walls call out I listen...

Pray to hear a welcome call...

10/3/24

Bunny Villaire

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