grew in the shade
of a tall tree
and caressed the leaves there,
and fit the hand to
the bark.
With time
comes everything
in time and in time
to the music.
Under the pull
of the sea
it’s easy to be
drowsy on its sigh,
nitetime in the eyes
and boundlessly comfortable
wrapped in
an ultimate form a
shape of infinite undress
and colored silkworms
and spiders butterflies
multiplying freely,
hugeness blooming.
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