7 perfect hours.

Sleep arrived
Solid. Continual.
A dream, unremembered.

Celebrations should ensue.
I am guiltlessly smug,
Not snug as a bug etc etc, no, no.
Slap me on my back and clink our flutes

Let me mingle with the world
Borne again.
Let me go about, happy clappy
Dancing with a jive

I will laugh today
I'm floating in Beasley's raft
In a tin lid from Kwolek.
Admiring the wonders of this bit of my world
Imagine tomorrow if 7 solid joins to 14
Do the math.

Anything is possible.
I'm going to go get it.
Or make it
Or do it
The world just got bigger




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Written on 2025-10-12 at 10:15

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
It's wonderful when it all comes together (as I recall).

As always, your words and thoughts are unique and expressive in the best possible way.
2025-10-12