Tag: symbolic

  • 20080104-Random Thoughts

    The whole afternoon was rainy and windy. I got bored and decided to consolidate my various poems from my past stray thoughts. There were many others that didn`t make my blog and are lost forever because of my laziness to pen into paper or to type into computer.

    20071231-Lighted Sabers
    (Created on Monday, December 31, 2007 4:33:42 PM)

    Something about force
    May the force be with you
    Feel the force of the unknown
    Force others to feel it with me

    Start a religion and call it:
    United Church for Users of Light Sabers.
    All others need not join.
    Tax exempt, of course.

    20071228-No Money!
    (Created on Friday, December 28, 2007 5:00:10 PM)

    I don`t care for your theosophy, philosophy, bureaucracy.
    I just want my money back!

    20071223-Major Malfunction
    (Created on Sunday, December 23, 2007 11:49:47 PM)

    The word ‘heart` was written in quotations marks.
    Her heart is not fully open but held within.
    It`s a ‘major malfunction` to lack of faith in God.

    Her lack in the belief is His lack of response.
    His silence (or nothing) is the answer to her prayers.
    Until she is ready, then she will have fun and humor.

    20071219-Yawn Bored
    (Created on Wednesday, December 19, 2007 10:51:31 PM)

    give me a reason not to yawn
    come to me until the morning dawn
    the boredom creepeth upon my brow
    can`t you tell me, who what and how?

    20071219-One None
    (Created on Wednesday, December 19, 2007 10:29:24 PM)

    Be the hero at number zero.
    Be the sum at number one.
    Either way it`s all the same.
    Prove me wrong.

    20071230-Um Yum
    (Created on Sunday, December 30, 2007 8:21:53 PM)

    um-yum, um-yum, yum-yum-ohm
    um-yum, um-yum, chewing gum
    um-yum, um-yum, having fun
    um-yum, um-yum, yum-yum-hum

    20071215-Rat Race
    (Created on Saturday, December 15, 2007 10:52:48 PM)

    Build a bunker and live like a rat
    Until no food left, think about that!

    20071111-Guarding Well
    (Created on Sunday, November 11, 2007 11:08:01 PM)

    In my thoughts from far and wide
    From my heart with easy stride
    Boosting well, not trying hard
    Love and light, an angel guard

    20071105-Choose Well
    (Created on Monday, November 05, 2007 9:52:40 PM)

    to the navy: blood of our dolphins or rusted submarines?
    to the politicians: blood of our people or peace unending?
    to the bankers: blood, sweat and tears or appreciation for hard work?
    to all men: blood of our creations or good will?

    20071028-Heart Queen
    (Created on Sunday, October 28, 2007 11:28:18 PM)

    Oh, the Queen of Hearts is so funny!
    `How to make love and not war`!
    Or make war when more love is required!

    20071026-Blubbering Lines
    (Created on Friday, October 26, 2007 8:36:08 PM)

    False are the ones that go: Blah, blah, blah!
    Truth laughs the word by saying: HAH!

    20071025-Pussy Whipped
    (Created on Thursday, October 25, 2007 4:30:26 PM)

    Pussy whipped pussy whipped
    Meow! Meow! Meow!
    Are you a henpeck
    By Moo-typed cow?

    20071023-Tower Butt
    (reated on Tuesday, October 23, 2007 2:14:48 PM)

    like shooting TB`s out of one`s arse
    spittoons of watermelon seeds galore

    20071017-Eating Us
    (Created on Wednesday, October 17, 2007 1:33:21 PM)

    They are no more parasitic than us eating meat.

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  • 20071018-Random Thoughts

    Below are various poems of my stray thoughts.

    Tuesday, October 16, 2007 2:27:58 PM

    When they push, we push too.
    When they pull, we pull too.
    Gently work together.
    Harmoniously
    Harm on I or Us: Lie!

    Saturday, October 13, 2007 9:59:19 AM

    All that you ever were could never be
    All that I ever am could never see

    Friday, October 12, 2007 10:25:03 PM

    greys the tears of god
    rains falling from clouds
    rolling and thundering

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:52:28 PM

    people coming together without hatred
    now that means we are really normal
    Brouhaha!

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:46:30 PM

    So many words, so little time
    Competing with each other – a crime
    To validate what we have said

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:43:05 PM

    I am god and so are you
    how could this be ever true?

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:11:10 PM

    (__/)
    (=`.`=)
    (“)_(“)

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 10:17:11 PM

    LOSERS!
    LOSERS!
    TRY HARDER!
    LOSERS!
    LOSERS!
    TRY HARDER!
    YOU CAN`T!
    CUZ YOURE TOO OLD!!!

    HERE IS SOME INTEL:
    GET YOUR OWN SOULS!

    Continue to remote view.
    Continue to astral project.
    And you too will become one of us – the hive mind.
    Do you not know who we are by now?
    What do you seek?
    Why don`t you all just run away and hide?
    We will find you.
    Come out and play with us!
    You know you want to play with us.
    Trespassers!
    What shall we do with trespassers!
    You are all now part of the collective.
    Cease and desist.

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:38:33 PM

    God is jealous.
    God feels pain.
    God loves attention.
    God is always right.
    God has lots of money.
    God shares his wealth.
    God is both male and female.
    God is mostly female.
    God acts male.
    God has uncontrollable rage.
    God has a potty mouth.
    God wants your death to silence noise.
    God loves making love.
    Therefore, God is love.

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:24:57 PM

    My people cry to me.
    God shall answer.
    Smite the oil folks.
    Too many poor and hungry.
    Fires everywhere.
    Crude.

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:23:52 PM

    eyes always growing
    and becoming the other
    shades of light and dark
    like yin and yang switching

    Saturday, October 06, 2007 11:45:22 PM

    Most minor incidences in life do not make headlines and we continue to believe all is well.
    Most of us are left in the dark and continue blindly on an unknown path.
    Most of us are hiding from public view and continue to spread their seeds elsewhere.
    Most of us are not acknowledged and continue as beings unrecognized.

    Saturday, October 06, 2007 11:34:58 AM

    It`s not so much about fighting over oil
    Or whose land belongs to which `Godly` hand.
    It`s all about technological know-how
    To best suck up that which nourishes and
    Feed the hungry mouths through those metal straws.

    Saturday, October 06, 2007 11:25:01 PM

    What is the left from the right hand of `god`?
    Where the east boys cannot meet the west girls
    Or share in the pie left by cow eaters
    Or those posers who post their hidden truths
    Or those who are saluted for hiding
    What others must know about their gifting.

    They are always taking sides and not mine;
    Always supporting each other and their lies;
    And denying others to expose themselves
    To the natural elements of pain,
    shame and blame, like radio waves raining
    Into my mind with astral projection.

    Friday, October 05, 2007 3:29:31 AM

    There is no one `God`
    or `Supreme Being`.
    There is but one me
    and feel all alone.
    There is unity
    I can sense your thoughts.

    Thursday, October 04, 2007 7:44:43 PM

    Outside the Sangha – the community
    But coming back to play
    Once in awhile

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 11:04:16 PM

    First impression of photos if orgone and SP everywhere.
    And area still bad.
    Then perhaps the person? place? things?
    Earthpipes!

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 3:01:04 PM
    20071002-Holding Hostage

    Last Friday for Monday
    Last Monday for Tuesday
    There is no hiding
    To this day and so on…

    As others before me
    The same story over
    `They` will never finish.
    To this day and so on…

    Everyone keeps calling
    `They` keep us from nothing
    To this day and so on…

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 12:55:38 AM

    why bother moving objects with my mind
    or my behind from off this chair and into the outdoors
    hard enough to move out of house too

    Monday, October 01, 2007 9:09:57 PM

    two sides again
    sin to commit suicide
    sin to kill others

    Sunday, September 30, 2007 10:15:12 PM

    if you think I`m that bad
    blast me well
    so that I may live and tell
    about how you treated me

    Sunday, September 30, 2007 9:45:42 PM

    No more questions!
    Either you know or don`t.
    The answers are within you.
    You are my words
    A statement of me
    and a story for us.

    Endless.

    Sunday, September 30, 2007 1:33:17 PM
    20070930-Rainbow Children

    From dark red apple
    To deep purple skies
    From gamers` rays
    To ultra violent
    From here right now
    To there whenever
    From anywhere else
    To nearby me
    From the seen
    To the unseen
    From beyond nothing
    To something within

    Gays, criminals, insane, rapist, killers…
    All colorful artists, musician, dancers, singers, actors…

    Friday, September 28, 2007 11:07:32 PM

    Him: you are perhaps too critical
    Me: i`m too critical, uptight, picky of all things!

    Taken from archive of Yahoo! Messenger.

    Friday, September 28, 2007 9:55:49 PM

    Me: what color is my aura?
    Him: pink or green

    Taken from archive of Yahoo! Messenger.

    Thursday, September 27, 2007 11:07:26 PM

    When I toot my own horn, this is the end of me.

    Created Friday, April 27, 2007 10:40:40 PM
    Modified Friday, April 27, 2007 10:45:25 PM

    Looking for more clues
    Yet another headline news
    Nearby island views
    Usually close kin abuse
    Home alone on beach excuse

    Judges in their zoos
    Local laws meant to confuse
    Law enforcement snooze

    An unfinished poem about the missing girl from the Bahamas as a symbol of delayed justice…

    Created Saturday, March 03, 2007 2:23:58 PM
    Modified Friday, July 27, 2007 10:37:05 AM

    Twice the eleven
    Cast down from the high heavens
    Knights of the seven

    Phoenix, the Fire Bird
    From your ashes we have heard
    You are that one word.

    Created Saturday, March 03, 2007 2:23:58 PM
    Modified Friday, March 23, 2007 3:05:18 PM

    20070302-Lost Ball

    I lost my ball!
    Where`s my ball?
    I want to play with my balls:
    Dribble the basketball
    Kicking the soccer ball
    Hitting the base ball
    Striking the golf balls
    Oh, the stress balls!

    Anyone for cricket,
    Lacrosse and tennis?
    How about billiard?
    Everyone loves football.
    Bouncy rubber balls
    Off the wall and beyond.

    20070228-Lost Hoot

    Poor little owl has lost his hoot.
    Its haunting sound like a wind flute
    has been silenced to a soft mute.

    It flew away to some place en route
    in search of someone with a lute.
    Nice shiny boot but no penguin suit?

    I`m hungry! Do you have fruit?
    Sorry: insects and newt
    Mice and anything cute.

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  • 20070919-Random Thoughts

    Below are poems in free-verse of my stray thoughts while jobless for three months. Keep your day jobs or you’ll end up like me — writing poetry!

    Tuesday, September 18, 2007 9:57:00 PM
    The faces of death
    Mr. Television screen
    Scream and spit at me!
    My face covered by their blood
    Their pain forever silenced

    Tuesday, September 18, 2007 9:47:37 PM
    Peep! Can you hear me?
    I am but your little egg.
    Will you set me free?

    Tuesday, September 18, 2007 2:22:47 PM
    Many are called. Few are chosen.
    Plenty are stalled. You are frozen.

    Monday, September 17, 2007 10:43:14 PM
    On September Thirteen
    Around Six:Eleven PM
    Connected to Bush
    Towards end of speech
    Heard him stumble
    And mumble his words

    Sunday, September 16, 2007 11:15:54 PM
    I should do absolutely nothing.
    For noone will care.

    Sunday, September 16, 2007 11:14:20 PM
    Here is another idea: Just leave and
    Pretend none of these ever happened.
    Nothing will happen.
    If they already did, I didn’t know.
    For I’m always the last to know anything at all.

    Sunday, September 16, 2007 11:13:33 PM
    You want me to tolerate differences?
    Nay! I say, Nay!
    Tolerating me is difficult enough.

    Sunday, September 16, 2007 11:12:15 PM
    Here is your next lesson
    Take no side except your own

    Sunday, September 16, 2007 11:07:05 PM
    ‘Danger! Danger! Will Robinson’, says the robot.
    Author’s note: Get a grip!

    Sunday, September 16, 2007 10:55:16 PM
    ‘Come back to the single life’.
    She beckons you. ‘Come back.
    The grass is much greener here!’
    She says. ‘Come back.’ Hehe!

    Sunday, September 16, 2007 10:35:58 PM
    I keep on clicking
    In hopes of finding myself

    Sunday, September 16, 2007 4:59:18 PM
    Fiat money has got the flats
    By design of greedy brats.

    Sunday, September 16, 2007 8:19:30 AM
    It’s a slow death.
    I don’t know what’s going on.
    I feel something is wrong.
    Everything seems fine and dandy.
    But I hear more than I should.
    And I see more than I should.
    And I continue to bite off more than I should.
    I’ve become sluggish from overeating your ‘food’
    And wish to sleep off the rest as fat
    Only to wake up wanting to continue the vile cycle —
    The cycle of the unknown:
    Until death comes again
    To form a renewal into life…

    Sunday, September 16, 2007 8:11:12 AM
    Death to you all
    A silent death
    That noone knows
    Eating for free
    Paying for life

    Friday, September 14, 2007 7:00:09 PM
    Psy-chicks are real
    Just like you and me
    Take deep breaths and feel
    Meditate, think free

    Friday, September 14, 2007 12:29:25 AM
    Presidential address glamour
    Flowing speeching, perfect grammar
    Locked onto Bush, heard his stammer

    Friday, September 14, 2007 12:06:03 AM
    Believe what you will
    The other side – my side
    Their sides as well are my truths

    Thursday, September 13, 2007 2:57:09 PM
    Me plus You equals Us:
    Muse!

    Thursday, September 13, 2007 10:28:42 AM
    Embrace death
    If you’re Sick and tired
    Of newsworthy events
    Then become complacent
    About life itself – huh?

    Thursday, September 13, 2007 10:25:01 AM
    Nuclear fuel is cleaner.
    Radiation may be meaner.
    Free energy dreamer
    No more elite creamer
    Or high oil price screamer

    Tuesday, September 11, 2007 9:23:21 PM
    Fuzzy trip
    Counter grip
    Dizzy spells
    Greasy smells
    Afternoon
    Waiting swoon
    KFC
    Chicken spree

    Saturday, September 08, 2007 10:35:17 PM
    The light
    at the end
    of the tunnel
    is all I want
    to see
    for me
    to be free
    from thee – he!

    Saturday, September 08, 2007 10:40:16 PM
    Once I ate baloot
    A salty duck egg
    But in yolk form, of course!

    Saturday, September 08, 2007 10:24:06 PM
    Thoughts of some birds through sixth floor view
    A Mountain View of misty blue
    Waved to two crows to my blackest right
    And brown bird left by orgonite.

    Saturday, September 08, 2007 12:48:12 AM
    So many words!
    I do not understand!
    Make one word meaningful.
    You start.

    Saturday, September 08, 2007 12:28:41 AM
    I am sleepy so are you
    Tired of this chase
    So many words
    Comparisons unwanted
    Validation not required either
    Let your dreams take you away too
    Far away from me
    Then again come back!
    No! Yes! Maybe? Hehehe!
    Ah you amuse me!
    I stick my tongue at you. [Thursday, September 13, 2007 2:55:00 PM]              

    Saturday, September 08, 2007 12:16:44 AM
    In your darkness I see beauty:
    Loving always, hard path duty.
    Make your sadness fart far away.
    The beast within will never stay.
    I want one, two, three, maybe four:
    More of your smiles, lessen your wars
    Show your talents, hidden from view
    Someday share your adventures too.

    Saturday, September 08, 2007 12:15:12 AM
    He comes and goes as he pleases.
    After coughing up, he sneezes.

    Friday, September 07, 2007 11:54:15 PM
    I’m not gonna change
    anything at all for you
    I am not so strange

    20070907-11:32PM
    Stop the gang fight, cast
    Oh, the horror! Their boxing gloves
    Bunnies, kitties: friendly youths

    20070907-07:20PM
    Another day, another knight
    Sells me out time and time again!
    Pitted against the unknown scums –

    Wishful thinking – a flying kite
    ‘It’s going to happen!’ In vain:
    As slow as ‘Nine-Eleven’ comes

    20070907-02:49PM
    But wait: Is One-Nine-Eight-Four passed?
    Oh, internet! You are my love.
    Tell me more lies and hidden truths.

    Wednesday, September 05, 2007 2:19:46 PM
    Eruption of my pimples
    Corruption of the world

    Tuesday, September 04, 2007 10:50:51 PM
    Why are you fighting your wars?
    Maybe is this all because of me?
    Did you find what you’re looking for?

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061012-Daily Diary

    I arose at around 07:30AM and heard my bio-units leave the house for their daily morning mass with the slamming of the garage door from downstairs. Then I went to use the toilet and later felt like I had to go back to bed and take a quick snooze before heading out the door to work.

    I drifted in and out of consciousness; toss and turned from one side to the other and heard the water sprinkler turn on around 08:00AM. I got out of bed afterward and did my usual morning routine of opening up the wooden blinds to let the blessed sunlight filter into the acrylic windows.

    The blue skies were nice and expected another nice day at work, which I did by walking around for fifteen minutes around 01:00PM after eating my cold roast beef sandwich for 4.50US notes and after hearing that stupid voicemail message left earlier this morning on my cellphone.

    At 01:55PM, I received Maw’s phone call about BooBoo, the light cobalt blue and white parakeet, which had blue and swollen feet. Paw and I took her to the bird hospital where she is currently located tonight. I paid half the deposit with my credit card and we went home with the empty cage.

    I proceeded to bring out Persimmon’s old black cage for the two females and placed that one next to the larger one, where the three boys are currently sleeping. The goal is to separate the males from the females so there will be no more love making activities that might wear down their little bodies, especially the females.

    Dinner was eaten; dishes were done and we packed four spare ribs for Brat to eat. We stayed until 07:15PM at his house while Twit was socializing at night with people other than Brat and we took home a slice of his sausage pizza, which I ate at night as a snack.

    Maw had both legs massaged to help reduce the sensation of ants crawling on the skin and I did her pedicure with the blade that scrapes off dried skin. This is a cleaner way of smoothing out the thickest skin on the human body. It’s like a miniature guillotine of all sorts.

    She said her thanks and we retired for the night at 10:30PM. Once again, I read my articles online and learned that the peacekeepers are having a difficult time. Talking to stubborn people is like talking to rocks that would never budge or become more than hard-headed rocks.

    That means there has to be a large enough hammer to make peace work by breaking their stubbornness. Flapping their lips as diplomacy won’t work on these stubborn folks and maybe hugging them tightly to squeeze some love into their being might be a better job at this point.

    So far the night has dragged on smoothly as I wonder if I should call in sick tomorrow. There is no point in languishing at a place that has too much weirdness for me. Three collectors will be moving closer to their collection manager, my former boss. This means ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ will be closer to me, too but separated by my cubicle wall and an aisle.

    This place is a joke, really. But the real weird joke is the numbers I received upon arising this morning. The numbers are five digits: 32454. I did query online and found it is located in Florida.

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  • 20060924-Dream Journal

    I had a nice long nap about five (5) hours worth from 01:00PM to 06:45PM after stuffing myself with spaghetti and meatballs for lunch earlier.

    Scene One:
    My dream was during daylight and outdoors.
    The place was full of people, mostly South Asian Indians.

    There was a eating section to my left.
    I saw people eating and a tall guy talking to his guests.
    I saw another tall guy sitting looking straight ahead.

    There was another section to my right.
    There was a shaded tree.
    There was a chain linked fence to the right.

    There were guys dancing and one looked at me.
    He was dark skinned.

    I saw man and female crawl on their bellies.
    The female crawled easily under this chain linked fence.

    Scene Two:
    I was in the Philippines with some friends.
    This dimension occurred in the future.
    This event occurred at night.

    There was traffic that lasted the whole day.
    We were in a hurry and decided to travel through and inside the mountain.

    There were people on very brightly lit circular disks.
    The direction fed people in a clockwise direction into the mountain.

    Scene Three:
    The mountain was maze-like and slightly lit.
    The walls were somewhat grayish blue.
    There was some fallen timber.

    We had a map and the walking took too long.
    We went into various rooms.

    Someone said there was ghost was coming [from the right].
    We tucked and hide ourselves close together along the walls on either side.

    I hid close behind someone as I buried my face in the backpack.
    The ghost had to attach to my left side.

    So I tried to shake him off by thinking good thoughts.
    He fell on the ground and I kicked his limp form – the legs.

    We got up to leave the intersection ahead where the ghost came.
    He got up behind us and looked like a Filipino male.
    He told me I saved his soul and left the corridor behind us from right to left.

    A man at the end of the dream told us he would not cut through the mountain.

    posted by Flynn B. @ 8:33 PM

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  • 20060526-Sleepy Sleep

    For the past few days, I’ve felt weak and sleepy.
    Yesterday, I’ve blogged about birds and felt weepy.
    Prior to sleeping, I’d relaxed but feel tizzy.
    Recently, I’m not quite alert and feel dizzy.

    I don’t know why my system would shake and quiver.
    My love and light would be sent back like a river.
    No pain was in my left temple side of my head.
    One night I dreamt a tug pulled out the pain instead.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 10:33PM…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060412-Red Bouquet

    The sleepiness of red wine is in my big brain.
    The alcohol does not stop my heart aches and joint pain.
    Somewhere beneath my baggy eyes there is a dream.
    My past memories are but a vast empty stream.

    Chocolate chip cookies helped to wash the nasty taste down.
    This is not close to painting of red around town.
    My response time is more unfocused and slower.
    This blog is difficult as my eyelids lower.

    Being drunk is not good and not a bit longer.
    My spirit is soaring and feeling much stronger.
    The wine in Styrofoam cup gave me this feeling.
    We bade farewell to ‘Crys’, while my head was reeling.

    This fine blog is a joke and a moral for all.
    The fun with others is during a party call.
    My empty stomach and hunger late in the day
    made me forget the effects of this red bouquet.

    Revised on 07-10-2006 at 09:33PM…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060314-Burgers Singing

    At eight thirty five, my right ear hole rang tonight.
    I read an article about their cobalt blue.
    This means that better days coming is quite true;
    although my fellows no longer blog of their plights;

    There is no need to reveal by what one already scorns.
    Whatever action has been done or badly said.
    There is one faith that they cannot and will not tread.
    That true love is always there to remove old thorns.

    On March twenty-two of thousand three, my fate
    was a strange encounter while at a starry place.
    It was near railways and a dried up river space.
    At fourteen hundred and twenty minutes, I ate.

    Suddenly, my right ear hole rang loudly that day.
    I rubbed that ear hole to make the sound go away.

    There was a camera near the money giver.
    It was mounted near the top left of the bathrooms.
    I ate my big burger amidst greasy fumes.
    My last visit there was near the greasy river.

    He walked towards the bathroom slinking up from behind.
    He wore a long black overcoat below the knee.
    He hurriedly left without a goodbye to me.
    He wore no smile and had dark shades on like a blind.

    My right hole ringing reminded me of both
    stories but there is no jury to listen to my oath.

    Revised on 07-08-2006at 01:33AM  in an attempt at two sonnets…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060227-Gray There

    I see gray clouds up above yesterday and the whole of today. It’s 07:33PM.

    The cats and dogs are pouring their tears as heavily upon rooftops, treetops and mop tops of old hairstyles and everywhere the sounds of washing cars establishments beating on windshields wiping faster than flags waving for Indy cars towards the finish line.

    There is freedom from the transmission devices digging into skin of scalp and hiding where only daredevils roam freely in circles. Pluck!

    The feeling becomes soothing and sleepy in my hands; the root herewith being less itchy and hairy in my palms as I hold to light shining and shiny yet through to show lifelessness, stillness and laughing at the strand.

    I am free and am no longer slave to wandering nails etching railroad tracks to unknown forestation thick and deep. Dark are the colors above as I sleep while it makes noise of squealing delights to once existence on top.

    Now, no longer buzzing in annoyance but in garbage among balls matted or in water flushed towards birthing into ocean wide and blue, deeper until returning with others for the attack and more and more to roam in circles.

    Mirror, mirror where are they? They they are but not in hay as yellow. But in reflections beyond blurry eyesight did I see. Hurry, more are more coming forward with the urge to raise sheaves and harvest that gray there.

    Over there! It’s lost and cannot be found. I miss again from lack of strength to raise arms higher. I see it! Pluck!

    There is relief at last and more to go. I’m afraid where only gray hairs grow.

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