And flap burning pain
It overcomes the masses
To be numb again
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And flap burning pain
It overcomes the masses
To be numb again
To be numb again
open the light hole
may be the darkness leave my soul
darkness leave my soul
the oil of blessing in it
make a puff pastry
make a puff pastry
with butter, milk, flour and yeast
Food for the soul, yes?
food for the soul yes
with the early morning dawn
yesterday is past
Yesterday is past,
Tomorrow has not yet come,
Today is our time!
Today is our time!
let us break bread together --
and catch up on news.
and catch up on news...
Lead story: People switching
places with their pets.
Places with their pets
What if we were ruled by them?
A sight it would be!
a sight it would be
if the massless photon swarm
ever made it here
ever made it here
struggling with my feeble pen
'gain to pen a thought.
gain to pen a thought
to lose a mind to shadow
infinite regre(t)ss
infinite regrets
infinitesimal joys
ad infinitum
ad infinitum—
those who mess with other's poetry—
change to suit themselves...
change to suit themselves
the portraits remain unmasked,
sways among the dead..
Greetings and hugs, my dear Uncle Pen! :blush:
I miss haiku, I am sorry everyone, I am getting quite rusty:(