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i smelled something burning when i was putting in the sky
this morning so rent with dreams
this curry cooked all night it seems
what is the bright green on this thermos
steel is grey, coffee is a special brown
sienna buried under umber and a reddish glow.

the sky is cerulean and ultramarine
don't overdo it
do i have to lose my mind
to find my way?

hope is not a strategy
prayer is a hopeless wish
this childish doing leads to bliss
and the devil's loving kiss
is neatly planted between
these dying eyes.

emeralds and lapis lazuli
will be the leaves sunburned into
rosey tipped clusters
half-way through this day
i am already in tomorrow.

now is always the right time
to call on hidden strength.


3:30 addendum. lunch time…