February 4, 2010
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round, a fortune teller's ball
(it tells the fortunes)
in places pocked, boldly so
effervescent incandescence
a thousand shimmering ribbons and rays silly children only draw for suns
ribbons of ivory milk
bathe (naked, boldly so) in see-through silver veils
of celestial fog

heaving and breathing
in balls of gas
which humbly submit
and even the imperious ocean of bile silly children paint cheerily navy
the swath of rough fabric, embedded with balls of gas
on humbler rock beneath,
ponderous, fat blue green white foamed waves
won't ebb or flow without

even my see-through sand submits
and so do I
of course.

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