Random Ramble

Doors flower here, his secret parents told him a long time ago.

He was standing by the driftwood gate near the rusting letter box.

Yes, the one where the letters I sent didn’t arrive.

Above him the sky, a heart trip blue, blue Trumpet Justice.

Smoke symbols near the mountain top.

Smoke journey, curling language, wording of clip clap foot steps and sacred sighs …

Innocence, Earth moments, Venus breaths, Martian chaos.

The world turned a few degrees

Into the losing night light he raised the candle

tattooed snow cobra fish moon mind

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