Tuesday, September 15, 2015

A RELIEF

Dark and stormy
four-

thirty 
in the morning—yellowwhite toilet 

bowl fizzing—with
hundreds 

no—
millions! of

little tiny babies' precious little
eyeballs 

budding
dividing

billowing 
colliding and—

just before blinking
out 

once, and for all
of time—winking-

up, kind of 
like they're saying—Hey.

You may!
Not always—

feel the exact same way
as today. 

And isn't that—
something!

you'd be? 
vaguely—

interested 
in.

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