tap-tap*s delighT

January 18, in faded purple skirpie on
the palm of my left hanD.
ROund"d thoughts on an early Eve with Isaac&
a fuzzyMind, The most perfect shade of blue for
this triangle soul of Positive Negative charges,
Windows of sandy dunescuddled by MOONy&her blue
shine, day, Sky Shadows Lanes Rhythms Rhymes,
Cow boy Trains Leading me to Flowers -that-Sing, my
Most dreamy melodies of -time -illustrating,
a spiral of Hope& a spiral of doubT, duality for
the simple splums in us aLL, Our-stretched-arms,
lead us toward the sun, freedom & sense with no walls,
but tents and sticks, connected for Purpose, United
in destined solitude, together, invested fleshes fester
with the squares of patterns we call: Home, doors-within-
doors, somehow weALLways needed: More, & now the wells
are drying up with stones rising -UP, like a faeries
solution to help, and eye sense i am not alone, as per
usual as brain begins to drone, one-eye-fades,
while the other: Falls-In, the intertwining shape-
shifters of color and de(v)finity, coalesce to-feel
the, Infinity in-their possibility -of-
Projections, -something we know ALLtooWell,
a-flowers-Connection to, a, bow&string, of-affection,
one-spiral's swirl, is anothers', LessoN.
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January 19?! blank-palms leave me, gasping
for: air and, wondering, How-Eye-got,
anywhere near: HeaR, like a Lion's Mane,
as a bearded dragon, spits-it's-effable-
fire, dressed in: draG; What-was-One
faeire's, dayDream, was-tainted through-our
NightSchemes, with dark Outlines & pivotal-
patterns, reminding me of points-left-
behind, Like: a sailor's kneck, Wrapped-
in-Twine; 3 rocks t'have-your way-With,
and four elements t'surrender-your
essence- to, or-your-pickleSandwhich,
close-Ups of Sour-Disasters wrapped-
up and put-on-display, to-Your
very-purpose you created-that 1-Day,
the stars never stopped glowing,
we only stopped watching,
you are fluid to me- so i am who
i am and nothiN, so Great
as a Grapefruit on
your-thumb.