The Impossible Poem

hiccup of imagination. spurred forth reality. hushed hands holding. eyes drooling for more. rocking chair of thought went missing. replaced by sun explosions. red hot like emergencies. but i refuse to call 911. limbs crashing like sail boats on sea. earlobes tickled by sounds so lovely. flip switch down. watch us go up.

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