And I came to this place as a seeding roots spreading gift
Rummaging through the whiff of a root bound bliss
And the cliff missed the echo of the vista
Cutting edge- this is how I ask
Tasked in a force of a mask unveiled
Mist on my face while I gave unto space
Sasquatch flailing with a level one trace
Bask in the sun of a delight on my face
There’s a wondering round in a field of this sound
Chock full me ne hungry now
Crowning of mischief rules are drowned
And I speak loud clear not shrouded with a glare
Roots continue to sprout bottomless flair
With uprising flower shine from day one on
Ney from the past that’s from spawn of the slalom
Curves groan each carve whisking away a drone beat
Sliding fallen sleet beneath ones feet
I remembered my spikes and brought them with me today
And punched air through soil my hydration speaks
Slight as ever delicate one crack creaks a spell
What say do you? What say is you?
Dread gleeks for itself
Always at the bottom of the curve there dwells
Finnish line. Go on, get your bells
Mine never does. Finish.
This worm squirms with morning dew,
Best tell tell fresh first morning breath,
My in my out grew in tune
Always dressed for June, my bloom
Continuum main objective always will be
Sprouting stand tall this tree
No rush in my giddy up and I’m pleased
To see the dreams finely coming to me.
><)))*>...fishin food for thought...
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