The sky opened up and smiled, then,
spat disdain as the ground in a frown poked at it,
poured over the cup and spilled out, quaking with laughter.
The sky with a starry glint in her eye erupted, pulled a grey executioner’s mask down and struck in a crackling blue arc.
The cosmic magnifying glass burns ants daily.
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
