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Bubble little circles, birds over tall. A sun cloudless shower falls. Plants stay, yet sway, a loud quiet screaming silence. All's always moving but still, always all's still moving. Always again and never again. A woeful wind just wants to touch us...when we are winded.
Then later...Dusty. Black and blued. Pollock and Piccoso and Joni and Layne and old is failing to new. Swampy songs are proudly espoused. Bare naked, pure and exposed, exiting from this finite day... entering neverdark.
Untamed.
We do the same.. to and fro... stop and go. Running, sliding sometimes falling not failing though.
In the turns' finale, ridiculously rumbling and flashing, dashing, headspinning. What is ever or even happening? Have I died again and finally?
Like meteors burst a wonder! But under top is specks of what and why...and still thunder. My tears were cried... now dried. Cycling.
Then in the morning, again, dew diamonds drop from the lush life, the lungs, and our sun has sprung! Up and round from the ground. So now I can see with renew. I know blue... I know diamond dew.