By The Egg of Columbus

All unfolds in the hidden valley-
Dreams, desires, tears of love;
Babies of possessive strength.

The earth is burning with desire-
Mysteries of the deep.

The offer is always on the table.
And then the finger wags,
and suddenly I see
a barrage of Newton’s cradle-
Sparked by a thought of weeds

in the organ’s place.
Peace and love, peace and love.
The skeleton key.

A bacteria is bigger than a virus.

Collectively, without a doubt
Etiquette is all one needs.

I finally understand the sea.


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