recurrent memory

escape to the imperative of your infant soul,
held up rat race lighted foal
made of diamond putrid dust
carried food from farm to crust

waiting on the porch to lathe
metal urges we will bathe
join in 'magined mated glee
found in kindness loving spree

what I learned from living gather
thank you trees for fruity lather
made of silence not a thing
always living songs a sing

return me to this perfect moment
at the cusp of 'vescent foment
dawn the lie it never came
noontime spying clever tame

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