What Happens in Bermuda Triangle
Pack life into a few lines with me.
Oolong attaches to the milk
can't tell where one ends
the other starts
The taste of caves right after rain
And heaps of cardamom kick in
surprisingly as last
Life suddenly stands out
right in my face
photicular in shape
and very soft
Once you believe the cat is alive
and you see it with your own eyes
everything becomes up to you
He left his gold-tipped arrows
in the corner of my mudroom
shrugged and went off
to turn yawns into landscapes
Go here!
Dreaming of unpleasant
gimcrackery all night
I shouted quietly, Enough
of this nonsense
And woke up
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