It’s like….
A bubble
You
Me
And
All
…
I am cascading off your fan…
Flutter by with no consequence
Red for a moment
Gone the next
Shellfish (selfish)?
Maybe?
A derivative of myself
I have become a homopath(et)ic.
Soothing the nostalgia in psuedomorphic
dose…
Sugar pill
I will you to dance
In my vein
Again
And again…
Swallowed whole…
In the bubble there is empty.
We are not who we seem
Or at least I’m not
I’m not of any seams or lining or any such
substance
I am just cornflour and water
Thrown by accident into an artwork
Admired once and forgotten
So readily…
LARF
It’s the only thing left worthwhile doing!
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