like someone splashed
some sun on ma face
& i didnt wake up
so same someone gave me the whole damn bucket
& i still wouldnt wake up
i dont have to wake up
but i was a w a k e
i just had my eyes closed
not even closed
i was looking through a letterbox
draught excluding whats blatant
blueprints draw conclusions
so i can see what you can see
*
note to elly from the selfproclaimed king:
are not all kings
all queens
all selfproclaimed
a gentlemens agreement
an unbelievable leap of faith
a tacit concord ratified by a tyrannical
EXACTLY
*
on monday morning glory i see
peacocks
plumes
bluebottles
wings
dustylustre
saturns
rings
shuttles
waffles
maple
syrup
crossh######
sonorous corners
neoncorridoors to tall warm luminous crannies
i can see
the look on your face
thats what you see
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