fathoms.

fathoms cast a shadow

curds that crumble slow
and chewy

i often
and then again

where was it i was going,
ah yes.

tiptoe moments that relax
and ebb into the shade of a summer breeze
then flap furiously to escape to the
sun's hot living pulse

i don't think there is any
such

bliss beyond it.



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