A Union

18 April 2018

Watching planets plummet into waves
washing over my feet
Jupiter tickles my little toe
I communicate with light years through a seashell
the comets are calling
gossiping stars circling
I have only good intentions to tell
they shoot their way off into the abyss
all is bliss. all is well.

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