The reality influenced and framed
by meaningful tearing fabrics
wooden frames make their leaps like crickets
into a transluscent arena of blue find flowing into starry dreamlike states
essences are pannelled,
as is what all into stars which make their varying sticky placements on those crickets, butterflies too
they want their tap dancing shoes
so they may go off into soaring landscapes like a glass witch on a broom
so they may loom free and absurd
the absurd simply becoming a clash of clutter of nothing to show for the everyday
the broom's hay gives a hinting glimmer,
Mechanisms of meaning and held protections delineate
fabric of form
same blue air
until flecks which were once of lumosity begin to fade away, to become a sheath
of everyday nothing more.
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