Little bubble bulb and blood,
can you smell the other flood.
the one in which we both flow on
in the austere notions of morning
and the eclipse of the daytime tips
upon a spoon apon a hill laughing.
Some turtles have weddings.
I live to climb smokey smores
elapsing erasures to ensure a good year.
Wow! It is the new year. I just forgot.
What I have remember two seconds ago
I have typed down into stone
but I forgot to tell you
all the sun sets are the same if you are blind.