
The spirited heartbreak
Of the witch harpooned
The effervescent moon
Drifting dream beams
The sauce of life
The sauce of the sky
Stars and ravens up so high
I see sleep
And the structures of man
Dust hobbits and wolverine people
Traverse the Earth
I am walking Northbog
Ridiculous perimeters
Sea urchins and starfish
Stop and breathe…
I see yellow
I see an English candy store made of stone
Moss sidings, charming windows
The smell of sugar past the doorway
Cases upon cases of candy
Jars filled to the brim
All the colors of the universe
Cyrillic script on the ceiling
And there again
The man with the plastic hand
Klonking the counter top
Telling stories of lizard people
He swears they are real
A UFO fanatic, too
He talks of their Slavic slant and many moons
The bell on the door trinkles goodbye
I look up to the sky
Peach blue and orifice clouds
Destiny all nonsense now
Like lava in a spaceship
The universe our tablecloth
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