"And all the next day Toad read poems to his seeds." --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social
irrevocable & blurred the sep'rate days
once crossing the Plimsoll line & lesson-dwindled
marches once avid-shared & fiery-cradled
become but stations t'ward historic ends
i want to keep this moment as it balanced
precarious & precious, on the cusp
of something almost ludicrous to grasp
in obviousness, & triumph's spectral ullage
I am swept darkly, fearfully afar
close-captured in a pentacle of beige
under cerulean battlements we lodge
& watch atrocities occurring there
stories cannot contain nor feelings jibe
i only form the prongs of a feathered barb
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